A Man To Be Trusted

“Take care of her?” said Winifred Hawkes-Holland as he opened the driver’s car door.

“Will do boss” Harry replied giving his passenger a wry smile as he got behind the wheel.

“I’m not a child,” Clare shouted petulantly out of the open window “and I don’t need babysitting”

It was certainly true to say that Clare Hawkes was not a child, far from it.

No one who ever saw the 25 years old would ever have described her as such, childish, possibly but not a child.

After all Clare stood an inch short of six feet tall which was evidence of adulthood in itself but if that didn’t convince you then her long legs, voluminous rolling hips and a 44” bust would.

No, Clare was not a child, but her mother, as mothers always do, would always see her thus.  

But Winifred Hawkes-Holland wasn’t merely Clare’s mother she was also her employer.

Holland brothers bought and sold Antiques and collectables, a business that Winifred married into and now Clare was going on her first solo-buying trip.

Even though

Well, it would have been her maiden trip but for the fact Harry Mortimer was sent with her as a babysitter.

Harry had been with the Holland’s since he left school and he was greatly trusted by Win.

And as he was in his early forties and unremarkable looking and was to all and sundry average in all respects, she trusted there would be no shenanigans.

Suffice is to say Winifred trusted her precious daughter was in safe hands. 

 

On the journey up the A1 Clare was still berating Harry on her mother’s distrust of her.

“It’s not that she doesn’t trust you,” He said

“She doesn’t seem to realise that I’m a grown woman,” she continued

“We are all aware you are a grown woman” Harry said and after pause added

“Well aware”

Clare looked at him and raised her eyebrows

“So, what have you noticed?” she asked with amusement

Harry blushed to his roots under her gaze

“Nnnnothing” he stammered

“Come on Harry” she pressed

“Just that I have noticed that you are no longer a child” he replied

The rest of the journey passed largely in silence with Clare admiring the countryside while occasionally sneaking glances at her driver.

 

They stopped that night at the White Horse Inn and spent the evening in the restaurant where Clare drank more than was good for her.

Harry thought she had been in a strange mood since the journey up and kept looking at him in a funny way. 

But Clare was drinking too much, and she was flirting, and he had never seen her do that before, and he couldn’t let it continue.

If he did her mother would not consider that “Taking care of her”

“Come on party girl” he said “bedtime”

“Oh goody” she said draining her glass

 

Accompanied by outrageous flirting and downright suggestive behavior Harry steered her up the stairs

“Up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire” he said and when they reached the top he headed towards her room at the end of the corridor.

When they got to her door Clare announced

“Honey! I’m home”

Harry propped her against the doorframe as he unlocked the door, and she began kissing his neck.

“Behave your self” he said and gave her a playful slap on her bum

“Oooh are you going to spank me Harry?” she asked

“Get in there young lady” he said and guided her through the door

“I love it when you’re all masterful” Clare responded and wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to kiss him

Harry managed to avoid her lips at the last second as the door slammed shut behind them and they performed a strange ungracious waltz into the room.

“Here we are young lady,” he said as he prepared to lower her onto the bed

“Bedfordshire” Clare said gleefully, and span Harry around then pushed him backwards onto the bed and she kicked off her shoes and jumped on top of him.

Harry began to protest but her soft lips and hot mouth clamped over his and her tongue was like a serpent.

Harry’s resistance lasted less than a minute, after all he had dreamt of that moment since she was 17.

His hands began to claw the shirt free of her waistband and then with great urgency she sat upright and pulled the shirt off over her head and threw it aside.

Her hands trembled as her fingers fumbled at his shirt buttons but when she had accomplished her task, she ran her fingers through the hairs on his chest.

Those trembling hands that caressed his flesh went behind her back and unhooked her bra.

Harry was looking at her face while her hands were on his chest but the moment her hands began unfastening her bra his eyes stared at her harnessed breasts and as the tension around them relaxed, he reached up and pulled the bra off and discarded it and reveled at the sight of Clare’s great round breasts then she leant forward and delivered them into his waiting hands and her mouth returned to his.

Her breasts were rising and falling, and Harry could feel her heart pounding in her chest and her kissing became more intense.

She sat up again and hurriedly undid his trousers and then climbed off him and dragged his trousers and pants off.

Harry raised himself up onto his elbows as Clare wriggled out of her jeans and then tantalizing slipped off her panties to reveal a neatly clipped triangle of black hair.

And when she climbed back on him, she didn’t hesitate for a second before expertly enveloping Harry’s shaft with her welcoming wetness. 

Clare was on him and he was at her mercy as she rose and fell on him and on each fall, Harry grunted his appreciation as his hands groped her buttocks.

As Clare raised the tempo her panting came in course rasping breaths, each one courser and more guttural than the one preceding it, until she cried out in orgasm.

After Clare had ridden Harry to an exhausting climax, the sweating panting beast with her raven black hair in wild disarray and eyes wide with primal lust smiled a smile of lasciviousness.

“Do you think this is what your mum meant when she said, “Take care of her”?” Harry asked

“Oh yes I think so” she said “and when you recover you can “take care of me” again” 

Freya St David, 07 – Goddess Of Motherhood

 

For Mother’s Day Freya had bought a three-day, all-inclusive spa break for her mum, plus one, at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel.

Because she knew her mum would never go to a place like that on her own.

But her mum insisted she wanted to go with Freya, so they could spend some quality time together doing girl’s stuff.

Well, that wasn’t the kind of thing Freya had in mind, it wasn’t her kind of thing at all.

The new Freya wasn’t the rest and relaxation detox kind of girl.

She was more of a burning the candle at both ends toxing her socks off kind of girl.

So, it was with some trepidation that she agreed to accompany her mum.

 

In order to get the best possible deal, she had booked a midweek mini break, she was a nurse after all, so money didn’t grow on trees.

Pale skinned, strawberry blonde, Freya was five foot nothing and whippet thin and her mother was just an older version of her daughter.

When they arrived, Freya was not in the best of spirits.

To her mind there were much more enjoyable ways of spending her days off than babysitting her mother.

As much as she loved her, she wasn’t exactly the type of company she was interested in.

But she resolved to make the best of it and try to get her monies worth.

They were greeted in reception by a very attractive specimen of a man and her spirits rose.

He was over six feet tall, lean and muscular, very good looking and well groomed, he was manicured and pedicured, toned, tanned and smelt like a perfume counter.

Naturally Freya marked him down as gay.

 

“Good morning ladies” he said with the faintest hint of a French accent.
“Good morning” they replied

“We have a booking in the name of St David” Freya said

“Ah the St David sisters” he said

“You know very well we're not sisters you cheeky boy” Mrs St David said in a style something akin to a Carry on movie.
“You're not sisters?” he asked feigning surprise
“Mother and daughter” she said
“And which one are you Mademoiselle” he said and kissed her hand
“Cheeky” she said and blushed
Freya didn’t contribute to the converse but continued her appraisal of the man and concluded what a waste it was for him to play for the other side.

When the Oscar Wilde capers were over and done with, they managed to get themselves checked in and it was while her mum was signing in that Freya caught him at the back doing some appraising of his own, of her and her mother,
“When you have settled into your room, I will give you a tour of the facilities” he said “Shall we say on the terrace in 30 minutes?”

“That will be fine” Freya said

“Of course, with your lovely pale skin you two will need to stay in the shadows” He said.

Freya smiled and her mum blushed at the compliment.

According to his name badge his name was Claude and he was very handsome, and she thought things might well be looking up.

“You can check my skin anytime” Freya said

“I’ll bare that in mind” he said

“You’re a terrible flirt Frey” mum said

“I know” she said, although she wasn’t flirting, she was advertising.

 

During the first two days Freya and Joy had a great time using the facilities and enjoyed the full range of what was on offer, fitness classes, a gym, rock sauna, infra-red sauna, aroma steam room, ice fountain, drench showers, Jacuzzi, a Romanesque pool, Reflexology, facials, scalp massage, hand massage, Manicure and Pedicure you name it they had it.

But by the end of day two Freya was more tense than before she began because all the relaxing activities had left her as horny as hell.

After they had dinner together Joy went off to bed as she was exhausted, and Freya went off to the Gym to try and relieve some of her sexual tension.

After an hour she realised it wasn’t working so she decided to have a swim before turning in.

While she was swimming Freya noticed she was not alone and wondered what it was that brought them to pool.

She swam another two lengths and then got out but as she reached the entrance to the changing rooms her companion spoke.

“I see you’ve kept out of the sun” Claude said as he exited the pool.

“Yes” she replied “I always do as I’m told”

“Really?” Claude said

“So, have you finished for the day?” she asked hopefully

“No” he replied “but I don’t have any clients at the moment”

“For what?” Freya asked

“Massage” he replied

“You can do me if you like” she offered hoping he would take it the right way.

“Ok” he agreed

 

He led her into a cubicle and said

“Lie down on the table while I warm the oil”

Freya let the towel fall from her shoulders and kicked it aside once it hit the floor.

Then she untied the halter behind her neck and brazenly let the front fall away exposing her small breasts with their pink nipples clearly aroused.

Freya completed her undress and stood before him, her white flesh flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed.

But Claude’s eyes fell upon the shock of hair forming the delightful ginger triangle.

Eventually Freya climbed onto the table and lay face down on the towel Claude had prepared.

He applied the oil and began to rub it into her pale skin

“That feels nice” she said

“Only nice?” he asked “The hot oil and my light touch should be better than nice”

“Hmmm” she responded as he applied more pressure

“This is what I call a Relaxation massage” he said   
“Hmmm” she responded again as he worked the muscles in her thighs.

“What’s that called?” she asked

“Tension release” Claude replied

Then he kneaded her plump little buttocks and slid his thumbs downward

“Oh god” Freya said “What’s that called”

“Labial massage” he assured her before his fingers parted her lips and she gasped

“Ooooh I know what that’s called” she moaned

He pushed her legs slightly apart and slipped his fingertips into her moistness and Freya responded vociferously as she let out a series of low muffled moans as his fingers worked at her.

Then he pushed her thighs wide open until she was completely accessible to him and she squirmed in response to his touch.

She was so distracted by his attention that she didn’t notice him climb on the table.

Finally, Claude grasped her hips firmly and said

“And this is called splitting the cicada”

And penetrated her.

“Oh yes” she said

 

When they had finished, he climbed off her

“That was bloody marvelous” Freya panted

“You should advertise that on the website”

“No” Claude said “it will have to be our secret”

“In that case” Freya said rolling onto her back

“You’d better show me some more of your repertoire”

 

 

 

Freya St David, 06 – Goddess Of The Valkyries

 

Freya St David was a pretty nurse, slender and pale with strawberry coloured hair and stood barely five feet tall.

She was a district nurse and on that particular day her final call was on the fifteenth floor of a tower block called Gladstone court.

The lift wasn’t working again and so by the time she had climbed the stairs her pale skin was very flushed.

Freya was twenty seven years old but looked much younger and she was a first class flirt.

But flirting was as far as she went until she found out that all the time she was being faithful to her boyfriend he was shagging her best friend.

From that moment on she took her pleasures where she found them.

Her patient that day was Ben Lewis, a sergeant in The Downshire Light Infantry.

He had been severely wounded by an IAD in Afghanistan his left leg had gone below the knee and his right just above.

His physical wounds had all but healed but that wasn’t where his problems lay.

Freya’s job was to manage his medication and massage what remained of his legs or more accurately his stumps.

Freya knocked on the door and a moment or so later Mrs Lewis, the patient’s mother answered the door.

“Hello dear” she said

“Hello Mrs Lewis” Freya said “How’s the patient today?”

“The same” she said blankly “I don’t know how to help him”

“Just be supportive” Freya said

“It’s hard though dear” she said putting on her coat and going to the foot of the stairs.

“Ben! The nurse is here” she shouted up the stairs “the pretty one with the strawberry hair”

Freya smiled and Mrs Lewis said

 “You can go up when you’re ready, I need to do some shopping”

 

The Taliban may have been responsible for taking his legs but Bens other problems were of his own making.

It was no wonder his mother was so exasperated as his self-esteem had been blown away along with his legs in fact it was less than zero as he never ventured out of his room and he hid from the world.

He drove his fiancé Karen away because he thought she was only staying with him out of pity, which she wasn’t.

Freya walked up the stairs and found Ben lying on his bed with his eyes closed as if he’d fallen asleep in front of the TV and he never stirred even when Freya knocked on the door.

She knew he was awake, it was a game he played pretending to sleep and so as not having to engage in any kind of conversation.

“Hello Ben” she said but there was no response.

“So we’re playing that game again are we?” she said

“Very well if that’s what you want”

Having had to walk up 15 flights of stairs she was in no mood to take any shit.

She pulled back the covers roughly to expose his mutilations and she noticed his body tense.

As usual he was only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of army green boxer shorts.

She opened her bag and took out a tube of bio oil and began to massage it into the skin on his stumps and thighs.

She continued to chat to him all the while she was massaging him even though she got no response.

Well not verbally anyway, what she got in answer to her ministrations was a twitching in his boxers.  

Freya had not elicited that reaction on previous visits as far as she could recollect, she had no idea why on that occasion the sergeants little soldier should decide to stir.

 

Having managed through her massage to elicit an unanticipated erection Freya thought, for purely medicinal reasons only and for the welfare of the patient, she should take advantage of the unexpected arousal.

She continued her massage and allowed her fingers to go ever further along his thigh until finally her hand went all the way up the leg of his boxers and grasped the source of twitching.

Ben tensed again as she began tugging roughly on his shaft and by her ministrations she teased it to full erection.

Ben still lay with his eyes closed but the rising of his chest ant the sound of his breathing told her he was well and truly awake.

“Now I have your full attention” she said and released his cock and quickly yanked his boxers off and Freya got a good look at her handiwork.

Sergeant Lewis’s little soldiers was standing fully to attention.

Now Freya fully appreciated that to get him to that point was a major breakthrough.

But although she may have won a small victory she hadn’t won the war so not wishing to risk losing her advantage she put all her medical knowledge into practice and took his cock in her mouth.  

At this point, so to speak, Ben vocalized for the first time though not in words but certainly in tones of acquiescence.

After a few minutes of her oral expertise Ben could keep silent no more and said

“Undress” he ordered

She released his organ and replied

“Yes sergeant”  

Freya stood up and removed her uniform and revealed her small unfettered tits.

His eyes were fully open now and consumed every inch of her pale flesh.

She kicked off her little shoes and without ceremony divested herself of her black tights and pants.

Now the five foot nothing, whippet thin nymph with the lush ginger bush stood looking at the maimed soldier maintaining his erection as he looked lustfully at her.

“What now?” she said

“Come here” he said

“Why?” Freya asked

“Because I want you” Ben replied

“Ok sarge” she said and through him a salute before climbing up on the bed.

Ben was admiring her body as she climbed on top of him.

And he gasped as she impaled herself on his waiting shaft.

He roughly grabbed the cheeks of her arse as she rode him and was mesmerized by her jiggling little titties as she was pumping on him and riding on him like a rodeo rider on a bucking bronco until he grunted through gritted teeth and she screamed out in orgasm.

Freya was feeling very pleased with herself.

a, because she had just had a very decent seeing to,

b, because she had got the sergeant to communicate, even if it was in the most primeval type of converse.

And c, because there was time enough to go again.

 

As she walked down the landing towards the stairs Freya thought that was a job well done.

Apart from her normal duties as district nurse Freya had taken it upon herself to make sure he regained his self-worth and succeeded.

She did think she would continue his course of treatment a while longer however.

When she reached the stairwell the lift opened and Mrs Lewis got out.

“Oh they’re working again” Freya said

“Yes dear, thank god” she said “How’s the boy?”

“You know, I think he’s perked up a bit” Freya said

“Oh I do hope so dear” she replied

 

Freya was the Norse Goddess of Sessrúmnir who took half those killed or wounded in battle, but Freya St David was a nurse and Instead of taking him to Valhalla she took him to paradise.

She was thankful that the lift was working again as she was feeling a bit leg weary.

And riding down in the lift she was even more flushed than when she yomped up 15 flights.

 

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 67) Good Golly Miss Molly

 

Although Doreen was very upset at the time by her enforced incarceration in Kiddingstone, due to her failure to get back to her mother, she seemed to quickly come to terms with the situation as she took every ounce of satisfaction from me that night and twice again the next morning.

The second time of which occurred when I was in the shower and it began when she sat on the edge of the bath and took my cock in her mouth and sucked me up to full erection.

Then she stood up wearing a broad grin and leant back against the tiles and eased her small frame into the corner as droplets of water ran down her freckled skin to her pert breast and drip off her hard proud nipples.

Doreen lifted one foot up and planted it on the edge of the bath, and then the small delicate fingers of one hand combed their way through her wet pubes before descending between her hairy lips.

I watched intently and began tugging on my shaft in rhythm with her fingering until she suddenly stopped and opened her legs as far as she could, which I took as my signal to fuck her.

I slipped in between her greasy lips easily and my presence inside her was greeted with an appreciative moan.

With each thrust her buttocks slapped against the tiles but as I banged her on the short strokes her buttocks squeaked like new shoes until we both came in a juddering climax.

Afterwards I was shattered and my legs had completely gone, talk about a knee trembler.

I had to sit in the bath to recharge my batteries; I just sat there with the shower spraying down on me for about twenty minutes.

By the time I re-emerged from the bathroom, still dripping wet, Doreen was already fully dressed.

“You’ve recovered then” she said and laughed

“I’ll remember that the next time you’re gagging for it,” I said in response

“You’ll still shag me though” she said and walked over and kissed me.

I grabbed her and scooped her up in my arms

“Put me down you’ll get me all wet,” she protested

“That’s just how I like you” I teased her and then we kissed.

But that was all we did as I had to vacate the room and we both had trains to catch and I was so knackered I probably wouldn’t have been able to go again for at least 24 hours.

So I put her down she giggled as she sponged herself dry.

Then she sat down and watched me drying myself and by the lascivious look in her eye I couldn’t tell if she was remembering what she’d had or imagining what she was going to get the next time and there would be a next time.      

 

Although physically I was a spent force, my mind was awash with erotic images of my time with Miss Clarke, or perhaps I should say the times with Miss Clarke.

So on the way to the station I called into the newsagents and picked up a reporter’s notebook so I could jot my filthy thoughts and reminiscences down on the journey home.

After all my philandering were the antidote to my writers block and as such were both my bread and butter and the icing on the cake.

 

Although we walked to the station together Doreen and I were getting separate trains as we lived in opposite directions and once we had bought our tickets we both went our separate ways with just a cheerio, we’d said a proper good bye back at the hotel. 

 

Although the station was open and trains were running there was a greatly reduced service due to the previous day’s cancellations, which resulted in a rather lengthy wait on the platform.

I noticed Doreen didn’t have to wait long for her train and when she saw me she gave me a wave from her carriage.

I made good use of the time though and got some good outlines on paper, which I would flesh out later.

When the train did finally arrive I got on and consciously made an effort to keep jotting notes in my book because I knew after what Doreen had put me through the motion of the train would very quickly lull me off into a coma.

 

When I returned to the house Katy fussed around me like I’d been gone for a week, which was a bit over the top but it was nice to be missed.

It was one of the things you miss out on when you live alone, having someone to come home to.

 

Over the preceding week Katy had begun to spend ever so slightly more time in bed each day and less on her throne in the kitchen.

I had thought for a while that she looked visibly different each time I saw her, which I convinced myself was just my imagination but having not seen her for 24 hours I realised it was not.

Marion had made lunch and the three of us sat and ate it together in the kitchen.

While we sat at the table Marion said that while she was in England she really wanted to go shopping, but she didn’t really want to go alone.

However as Katy and I, for quite differing reasons, were unable in the former and unwilling in the latter to assist her, we set about finding a suitable companion.

After much deliberation between Katy and myself we decided the perfect choice would be Pandora or Judith or both so I phoned Pandora that afternoon and she was thrilled to be asked and said she would speak to Judith and set something up.

Low and behold not an hour later Judith knocked on the door and after introductions invited Marion round to hers for tea and a chat with her and Pandora, who would be arriving shortly.

So Marion grabbed her things while I cleared away from lunch, after which Katy said she need a rest so I carried her upstairs and settled her down,

“She’s definitely getting lighter,” I thought as I walked down the stairs.

 

I was feeling a little tired myself so I poured myself a glass of water and went to my study,

But despite being drained I couldn’t drop off,

Random thoughts kept me awake, all of them about my philandering ways,

Just as my eyes closed another example of my libidinous behaviour would flash into my mind.

I had tried to mend my ways after Georgia gave me an ultimatum about my womanising and I had made some little progress in that regard.

But it was true of late I had slipped back deeper into my old ways, but Georgia hadn’t mentioned my behaviour, or the ultimatum for ages and I wasn’t sure whether that was a good thing or not.

We skyped regularly and everything seemed to be ok.

I thought I would have to give her special attention when she came home at Easter.

“Definitely” I said aloud and promptly fell asleep.

 

I woke up just in time to see the nurse leave and hear Marion, who had returned from her afternoon tea appointment, fussing around her sister.

I walked into the kitchen and she had already got the evening meal well underway.

 

All the chat at dinner was about Marion’s new best friends; apparently they all got on famously.

I got on with them famously myself in fact Marion would have been shocked at just how famously I got on with them and the level of intimacy that existed between me and her new buddies. 

Then I chastised myself for my childish behaviour and had to admit to myself I was a little jealous of having to share Katy.

I quickly snapped out of my silly mood and listened as 

Marion said that she particularly wanted to go to Marks and Spencer, for knickers and stuff, but mainly she just wanted to shop at the British stores she didn’t get in Alaska.

Now Kiddingstone had quite a good shopping centre and would probably have met most of Marion’s needs but Pandora and Judith volunteered to take her to one of the big out of town places and make a day of it. So they were going to be out all-day on Thursday.

 

The intervening days passed without incident and the green-eyed monster didn’t appear again.

On Thursday morning Pandora was knocking on the door even before the nurse had arrived and I watched as Marion and Pandy trotted off excitedly down the path to be met by an equally excited Judith at the end of it.

Almost the very moment Pandora’s Cherokee pulled away the district nurse arrived and another day was off and running.

 

It seemed like an age since Katy and I had spent the day together, just the two of us but after breakfast I asked her

“Do you wish you could have gone with the girls today?”

“Good grief no” she responded with a scoff “I hate shopping”

“Really?” I asked astonished that there was actually a female of the species who detested shopping

“Yes” she replied, “I buy everything on line”

Then she corrected herself

“Bought everything on line”

 

We spent a very pleasant day together and Katy managed to resist the urge to take an afternoon nap so she could beat me at crib again.

We had eaten supper and cleared away and were half way through “The Lady Vanishes” before Marion returned laden with bags and spent the next hour telling us all about her day.

And so enthusiastic was she in her description it was difficult not to be interested.

 

Bright and early on Friday morning when I opened the door it was to the familiar face of my cousin Molly.

“Hi Moll,” I said

“Hi Cuz” she replied “and before you start, if you make any reference to “frumpy nurses” I’ll smash your face in”

“Grumpy nurse more like” I said, “I think you need to work on your bedside manner”

“My manner is exceptionally good at the bedside” she corrected me and gave me a kiss “as you well know”

After I had closed the door she asked

“I’m a bit early,” she said looking at her watch “is she up?”

“She’s in the bath” I replied, “come and have some coffee”

 

As we sat drinking our coffee I asked

“How come you’re here so early?

“I’ve come straight from the hospital” she replied “in fact do you mind if I hang around here for a bit, I’m on a split shift today and by the time I get home it’ll be time to head back again”

“Sure, no problem” I replied

 

As the morning went on I was beginning to regret my decision as Molly was excessively tactile, invading my personal space at every opportunity and she even kept rubbing up against me like an overly friendly puppy and she did everything to make her affections clear without actually shagging my leg.

Eventually I got fed up of her in constant touchy feely mode and following me everywhere, she was like sticky glue, but it was when she followed me into the utility that I snapped

“What is the matter with you Molly? Are you really on a split shift today or is just that you want me to split your whiskers?”

“I don’t have any whiskers” she replied all coy. “But…”

“But what?” I snapped again

“I’m so horny” she replied

“Well I can’t do anything about that at the moment” I said

“But I’m really horny” she pleaded

“Well you need to go and deal with it,” I told her

“I already did that, twice, and I’m still horny” Molly replied

“Well go and try again,” I said

“But it’s not MY finger that I need” she pleaded again

Just at that moment the washing machine reached the spin cycle

“Sit on that” I said and walked out

 

She must have taken my advice, as I didn’t see her for about half an hour.

When she did reappear I was sitting in the kitchen talking to Katy and Molly boosted herself up so she was sitting on the kitchen counter behind Katy.

Then she decided to up the stakes by playing the “Basic Instinct” gambit, sitting in my eye line “Sans Pants” and making quite sure I knew it as she kept flashing her hairless minge at me while I was trying to talk to Katy.

The problem was that the thought of her wanking herself really turned me on ever since she told me that when she hadn’t been rubbing up against me she was somewhere in the house rubbing herself.

I had a semi brewing and the thought of her sitting on the washing machine vibrating her pussy to a climax stirred me even more.

Molly was sitting flashing her fingered flange at me and I just wanted to fuck her there and then in fact I couldn’t have wanted her more if she’d started to wank herself off with Katy sitting there.

I tried to keep eye contact with Katy when she spoke but obviously my eyes kept wandering to from Katy’s eyes to Molly’s lips.

Thankfully before I exploded in my pants Marion came breezing into the kitchen and Molly’s leg snapped shut like a bear trap or perhaps more appropriately a clamshell.

Katy was reading an article from her magazine aloud, the name of which escaped me, as does the content of the story,

Luckily Marion’s arrival was also timely as it meant I didn’t have to show just how little attention I had been paying to Katy.

 

Any way we all had lunch together and I was trying to figure out how I was going to get into Molly.

I sat there all through lunch looking for a way I could manage to shag her.

We could have tried sneaking off to the study or my house of pleasure in the garage but the most likely outcome was going to be going out in the car for some contrived reason and park in the woods and shag in the car.

I couldn’t wait until lunch was over I was finding it difficult to interact; I have never been able to maintain a conversation and an erection at the same time.

 

As we were clearing away after lunch all my prayers were answered as Pandora was ringing to invite Marion to go over to Kiddingstone for the afternoon, there were apparently some things that Marion couldn’t get the day before.

So that was that, that was my in.

As soon as Katy settled down for the afternoon Molly would be able to get the rogering she’d been begging for all day.

 

When I was upstairs putting Katy to bed

“Are you ok?” Katy asked, “You seem a little distracted today”

“I’m fine I’m just a little tired is all” I lied “I didn’t sleep very well last night”

Well she had noticed my distraction but I didn’t know if she had picked up on what was bothering “little miss hot lips”

Katy was normally very perceptive, sharp as a knife, however the combination of her illness and the medication could quite easily dull the blade.

 

After I put Katy to bed I wandered downstairs and as I approached the kitchen I suddenly caught sight of Cousin Molly sitting on the kitchen counter completely naked fingering her hairless pussy.

The nagging semi I had been nursing for hours stemming from my earlier thoughts of Molly’s self-abuse now turned into a full on boner.

Molly wasn’t fazed or embarrassed as I walked into the kitchen, nor did she stop what she was doing.

“What’s going on here then?” I said as I quickly undressed

She didn’t answer but then it was a rhetorical question.

I walked towards her and kissed her full on the mouth.

Molly was still fingering her wet crack and then with her free hand she reached out and grabbed my swollen cock

“I thought you couldn’t take care of my horniness today?” she said mimicking me, between kisses

“A window opened up” I replied “and I see that you have too”

“Shut up and fuck me” she purred and pulled my throbbing cock towards her moist pink pussy.

I hesitated, as I wanted to kneel before her shaven pussy and nosh on her juicy cunt.

But after all her delicious sexy self-abuse she didn’t have time for that.

“I need your cock,” she moaned

So I let her plug my cock into her hot cunny and with her legs hooked behind my arse and her arms locked around my neck I fucked her hard, which is what she wanted, a good hard fucking.

“Oh that’s it,” she moaned

She was so hot and she was so creamy being inside her was like being immersed in warm honey.

As I pumped into her she let out deep rasping moans

“Oh Cuz, Cuz” she panted

Then her breaths became coarser and her moans deeper

Her thighs were holding my hips like a vice and her ankles were crossed beneath my buttocks and holding me inside her.

I could only give her short measured strokes one after another and then another until

“Ohhhhhhhhh” and she came and my climax instantly followed

Then she kissed me

“God Simon I really needed that” she sighed still gripping me like a vice.

“Are you satisfied now?” I panted

“If I say no will you fuck me again?”

“Yes” I replied

“Then I’m nowhere near being satisfied” Molly said

“Then you’d better get your slutty arse into the study then nurse”

I ordered her and she ran down the hall naked and into the study as instructed.

I paused only to pick up all the clothes and then joined her.

 

 

 

 

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (32) Breakfast Buffet

 

Yvonne Makin closed the traditional loss making Spa Hotel in Pangmere and opened the House of Fun, where spa treatments like Raki and Reflexology were replaced by a more exotic menu for those inclined more towards restraints, punishments and the more unusual pleasures.  

Massage was still on the menu but under the new rules they always had a “happy ending”

Saunas also still featured in the new regime; they were just much steamier than before, in fact everything at the House of Fun was steamier.

 

The House of Fun had become a very popular venue for the sin seekers, some would stay at the Hotel for a week or more while taking their particular pleasures while other were walk-ins and preferred to use the rooms by the hour.

Some were only occasional visitors, dabblers or even one timer’s but the majority were frequent flyers on the erotica express.

 

One of the people who benefitted from the House of Funs success was Darren Ballard, who worked as a masseur, and apart from the financial there were also fringe benefits.

Because once the Spa started to cater for the more depraved tastes he managed to get a bit of depravity for himself, which was why he lived alone in the village, in what was his parents’ house, and was content to do so, he had no entanglements in his life, he had no need for a relationship and all the complications that came along with them, and he had no need of a sex partner as he got all the sex he needed at work.

So, no one was more surprised than he was when he started a relationship with Andrea Dennis, a Pangmere girl born and bred, who provided him with home grown depravity.

 

 

Darren and Andrea had spent the night together in his cottage but the next morning they had to be up very early so he could drive a very sleepy headed Andie back to Abbottsford so she’d be there in time for the first lecture.

As usual he had risen early, in both senses of the term, thinking he might start the day by splitting her strawberry whiskers, but she rebuffed his advances

“I’m too sleepy Darren” she said

“Ok I’m going to grab a shower, when you’ve dragged your gorgeous arse out of bed you can make the coffee.

 

So while he was showering Andrea went down to the kitchen to make drinks and when he was dressed for the day he carried her bags  downstairs and when he got to the bottom, he dropped her bags by the door and called out to her

“I don’t think we have time for coffee”

“I can’t hear you” she retorted “come in here and say it again”

“Where are you?” he shouted

“I’m in the kitchen” she called back, so he walked down the hall and into the kitchen and found Andrea lying draped across the kitchen table like an erotic buffet completely naked casually teasing a large pink nipple with one hand and fingering herself between her strawberry pubes with the other.

“Do you have enough time for some of this?” she asked

“Always” he replied as he un-trousered his stirring beast.

“I thought you were too sleepy for a shag,” he said

“I’ve woken up now” she replied

“So, I can see,” Darren said as he watched her busy fingers vigorously frigging herself.

Darren stood there looking down on her, keenly watching her small fingers, wet with her juice, slipping, and sliding herself to orgasm as he tugged on his cock.

When she had writhed and wriggled herself to orgasm, she then lustily sucked her tangy grease from her fingers, so he grabbed her by the knees and dragged her horny carcass towards his waiting cock.

Having pulled her pussy to the edge of the table Andie’s cunny was presented to him at perfect cock height so he wasted no time at all in spearing her.

“Oh God Darren” She moaned, “That feels so good”

He partially withdrew, but so impatient was she that Andrea wrapped her long legs around him and pulled him back into her hard and she moaned loudly and smiled smugly at how clever she had been in making him skewer her again.

“More of those” she begged

So, he gave her another hard one and her hands gripped the sides of the table to brace herself and then she got another.

Andrea gave great panting moans with each stroke and her head rolled from side to side as the frenetic pace quickened and the table legs began to screech on the tiled floor and her knuckles showed white as she gripped the table harder with each thrust.

Darren had to grip the table himself to try and halt its progress across the kitchen floor.

Her chest was heaving up and down as she neared the end and her moans had long since merged into one continuous whorish wail until her face contorted into an orgasmic grimace as her back arched and her whole body shuddered in a climactic crescendo and he lost control and in short pumping spasms, he shot.

When he looked down at the sweaty panting wreck draped across the table he thought the erotic buffet now looked like it had been well and truly enjoyed, as it most certainly had been and by the time he had put the last length into her grateful pussy the table had moved two feet from its original position.

When they had finally stopped panting, she said

“Now you may go about your business” and released him from the grip of her legs and he withdrew from her.

“Cheeky mare” he said and lifted her legs and spanked her arse really hard and she let out a yelp as his hand slapped a red handprint on her white cheek.

“Bastard” she said but then she chuckled.

Suffice is to say she was late for her lecture but neither of them cared about that.

Freya St David, 05 – Goddess Of The Folks Meadow

 

Freya St David was a pretty young girl with strawberry coloured hair.

She was barely five feet tall, slender and pale and was fast approaching her eighteenth birthday.

She was a fresh faced English rose and her skin was always flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed.

Freya lived in the village of Tipton in the northern most part of the county and was off to university in September and she now knew precisely what she wanted to do when she graduated, nursing.

She didn’t know what area she wanted to do but she knew her career would be in nursing.

She had been rudderless for the last few months and had lost focus, distracted by sex and her need to explore.

But now she had a steady boyfriend again and he would do, for now.        

There was just time for one more fling before she went away.

 

Sam Brotherton was the next door neighbour and Freya had had a crush on him since she was 12 years old.

He was the same age as her dad but in Freya eyes he was fit in every sense of the word.

It wasn’t unusual for young girls to have crushes on older men in fact it happens more often than not.

But most crushes didn’t come to any more than that, crushes.

And the likelihood was that Freya’s would go the same way as most of the others.

But during her sexual awakening when she began to scratch the itch of desire beneath the safety of her duvet he loomed large in her lustful thoughts.

Though since her liberation from fresh faced English rose virginity and her subsequent period of sexual experimentation she thought with her new found self-confidence she might try to take her crush a step further.

 

Since she had lost her cherry the summer before she had grown in confidence to the point she had developed the technique of flirting to great effect.

Freya knew by the way Sam looked at her that he fancied her too but she didn’t know if he would act on his desires as she planned to.

The omens were good and the timing was perfect, Freya was on the verge of leaving for university and the Brotherton’s had sold the house and were moving away so there would be no chance of any post coital embarrassment or awkwardness.

 

She took the chance one fine sunny day when he was home alone packing up the contents of his garden shed ready for the move and Freya’s parents were at work.

They even had a choice of venue, home or away, Freya smiled when she thought to herself that Sam would be playing away wherever they did it.

Freya was wearing a bikini, in fact it was the briefest one she owned and left nothing to the imagination the bottoms didn’t even cover her cheeks.

She entered quietly through the back gate and crept up behind him.

“Hello handsome Sam” she said cheekily and startled him

“Oh” he exclaimed “you made me jump”

“You look very busy” Freya said

“Yes, yes lots to do” he replied nervously as his eyes consumed her.

“It’s a shame having to work on such a lovely day” she said coyly  

“I’m sure there are more fun things to do” she added as she stroked the hairs on his forearm

“Oh um er well erm, lots to do” he stammered “busy, busy, busy I’m afraid”

“What a pity” she said and turned away but she could feel his eyes staring at her luscious little cheeks.

Freya was a philosophical girl, she had tried it on with Sam and he had rebuffed her but she wouldn’t let that stop her, she had unfinished business with him now.

 

It was still a glorious day as Sam Brotherton reached over the top of the gate and lifted the latch and quietly opened the gate.

He could see Freya immediately as he walked into the garden, she was on the deck lying on a sun lounger wearing her skimpy bikini.
She had her back to him and was lying on her side reading a magazine and he admired the curve from her hip to her waist a sensual sight even on a small frame.

Her strawberry blonde hair was tied back to reveal her freckled neck and shoulders.
Being so fair skinned she was lying in the shade as he walked up behind her and said

“Hi Frey”

She turned and looked over her shoulder.

“Hello Sam” she said without surprise “Did you change your mind”

He knelt down on the decking and said

“I’m taking a break”

Then he untied the string on her bikini top and slipped his hand beneath it and cupped her little breast.

“I knew you wanted me” she said and pushed her book away

“You know we shouldn’t” he said as he toyed with her stiffening nipple

“Stop then” she responded

“I can’t” he replied as his hand left her breast and journeyed across her belly until his fingers reached the fabric of her bottoms.

“Good” she responded and untied the string of her bottoms and then placed her hand on the back of his and encouraged it on its journey.

She released his hand and it proceeded into where her bikini had been brushing his finger through her lush ginger bush toward the prize.

“We shouldn’t” he said again but Freya parted her thighs and his fingers slipped into her creamy wetness
“Oh we should” Freya moaned softly

She was still lying on her side as he continued to frig her.

Freya was wriggling and squirming as he worked on her and it wasn’t long before he brought her to climax, as she approached she grabbed the hand that was fondling her breast and clamped it over her mouth and then she came.

After she unclamped his hand from her mouth she gasped out

“Oh Sam, I want you” and started to roll over on her back

“Stay as you are” he said and shuffled into position and in an instant he penetrated her.

"Oh that’s so good” Freya said encouragingly       

"So good and so dirty" she added the second part because she thought that was what a man of his age would want to hear,

As he entered her repeatedly her white knuckled hand gripped the frame of the lounger as she received him.

As he shortened his stroke and increased tempo the lounger was skipping around on the deck, rattling and shaking until he grasped the frame also and then delivered the coup de grace. 

When he withdrew from her Freya was left thinking “That was nice” but alas it was no more than that, it did not quell the fire and  had not lived up to expectations in fact it left her in mind of her first time.

She rolled over on to her back to show off his tidy young body to him in all its glory and watched him put his cock away.

“That’s a pity” she thought still feeling a little unsatisfied.

Fortunately for her he returned after lunch.

Freya was lying on her back with her eyes closed as he approached

“I thought you might like to play some more” he said and as she opened her eyes he removed the towel he was wearing and exposed his already erect penis.

“Oh yes” she said

And this time she was thoroughly satisfied to the point of exhaustion and as she dosed naked on the chaise longue everything in the St David’s garden was lovely.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (012) The Lady in the Black Dress

 

It was a beautiful moonlit night at the Midsummers Eve Ball and just before midnight Luke Martin was enjoying an illicit cigar on the East Terrace of the Great Hall.

The reason he chose that particular place to smoke was because it was the furthest from the ballroom and therefore the furthest away from his wife’s disapproving eye.  

But that wasn’t the only reason he always sought out that spot.

He also went there to be alone because he rarely saw another soul, and he liked that, he liked the solitude, and he liked to enjoy his smoke in peace.

He looked up at the hunter’s moon hanging in the clear night sky as he exhaled the mellow smoke long and slow, which was when his peace was broken by the clip clop of stiletto heels on the flagstones.

He was just about to lambast the intruder for invading his retreat but when he turned to look at the source of his annoyance, he saw it was the girl in the black dress or more precisely the Lady in the black dress, Lady Samantha Lyndon-Sanders.

The black dress in question was a full length evening dress which fitted her every contour and even in the moonlight it was patently obvious that she was completely naked beneath it.

“Hello Luke” she said “I thought I’d find you here”

“And you were looking for me why?” he said impatiently

Luke had known Lady Sam for several years and had always fancied her but he was a bit short with her because he just wanted to smoke his cigar in peace.

“Oh I just fancied a smoke” Lady Samantha replied falsely

“I’d like to know where you have your cigarettes hidden” he said looking her slowly up and down and the only things he located were her proud nipples.

“I don’t have any” she replied “as you can see well enough”

“I would have to agree that what I can see poking through your dress are not cigarette” he said

“No they’re not” she agreed “So I’ll share yours”

Lady Samantha stood very close to him as she took the cigar from his hand and took a long drag on it which Luke found strangely arousing.

They stood on the terrace in the moonlight together and smoked the stogey to a stub and Luke flicked it into the night.

“Well what do we do now?” she said “The night is young”

But before Luke could answer she began kissing him passionately on the mouth which he instantly reciprocated while his hands caressed every inch of her his hands could reach, and as his hands confirmed Lady Samantha’s lack of underwear, her hand pulled down his zip fly and expertly extracted the evidence of his arousal through the opening so her evening gloved hand could proceed to tug gently on his shaft.

Lady Samantha stopped kissing him and smiled as she continued tugging on his cock, then she dropped to her knees and eagerly took him in her mouth.

Luke stood on the patio in the moonlight as Lady Sam consumed him expertly and with relish until he exploded in her mouth.

 

“Wow” he said as he zipped up his fly “That was the best smoke I ever had”

“Wait until next time” Lady Samantha said getting to her feet and brushing the dirt off her knees.

“You can have the rest of me when there’s no cotton mouse in the way”

“I’ll look forward to it” he said

“And so you should” she responded and kissed him and then clip clopped back to the Ball.