Thursday, 20 May 2021

Choice Tales from the Vale – (027) Kissing Cousins

The Osborn’s and the Sherlock’s lived in Childean and every year they had a family holiday in Spain together.

Peter and Kate Osborn and their sons Brian and Mark, Kate’s sister Christine Sherlock and husband David and their daughters Karen and Julie, all stayed in the Villa that was jointly owned by the two families every year in Moraira just along the coast from Benidorm.

And it was on one such family holiday in Spain one particular year when it first happened.
Mark Osborn was a few weeks short of his nineteenth birthday and his cousin Karen was just sixteen.
Karen had followed him around with puppy dog eyes for as long as he could remember but he always gave her the brush off, but since the previous Christmas he had suddenly become aware of her sexuality when instead of just following him around  Karen started flirting with him outrageously and quite expertly.
From the moment they set off for the airport she was flaunting and flirting with him but he wasn't really interested, he already had a steady girlfriend plus a spare or two in the wings so he tried his best to ignore her.
But that proved to be easier said than done when she spent most of the day in a scanty bikini and she was extremely fit and she flaunted what she had very well.
So he weakened, after all he was only eighteen so he took his chance one hot afternoon.
Both sets of parents and the younger siblings had gone off on a visit somewhere, a vineyard or monastery or shrine, somewhere boring, so he made an excuse and stayed at the villa as he had lust on his mind.
Mark knew Karen was up for it as well when she did the same.
Once the parents were well on their way he walked into her bedroom wearing only a towel and she was stood with her back to him and she was wearing only black satin underwear, matching pants and camisole, he knew she had borrowed them for the occasion because he was lucky enough to catch a glimpse of her mum in them on the day they arrived at the Villa.
He walked up behind her and dropped his towel before wrapping his arms around her and Karen slipped her arms over his and as she leant back into him, hugging her back his loins responded immediately and his erection was quickly digging into her back.
Mark inclined his head and leant over and kissed her, Karen responded immediately and their tongues explored each other’s mouths vigorously.
They stood in that embrace squeezing each other tightly for some time as his arousal grew and Karen was hot and wet.
Mark then released his grip on her and rested his hands lightly on her waist as he moved slowly onto his knees.

Karen visibly trembled as he hooked his fingerers inside the waist band of her panties and pulled her satin knickers down over her slim hips, they slipped down with great ease against her silky skin and over her tight young cheeks, as she wasn’t as amply proportioned as her mother, and they tumbled quickly down to her ankles.
Mark kissed the small of her back, his lips brushing gently across her skin and she trembled he fondled her perfect round cheeks.


He stood up effortlessly and his hands settled on her narrow hips and then as he nuzzled her neck they moved across her soft flat belly before they slipped upwards beneath her camisole and cupped her firm little breasts and he teased her nipples to erection.
Mark kissed the nape of her neck while still caressing her breasts and then he whispered in her ear and Karen pulled her camisole off over her head.
Completely naked and blushing she turned to look at him and he kissed her mouth eagerly then he pushed her gently forward so she could kneel on the bed.

He relinquished his old on her plump tits with their stiff proud peaks and moved his hands back to her hips and bent her over at the waist, She was like putty in his hands and totally compliant, he could have done anything he wanted to her, which he was about to do.

But first he knelt behind her again and smiled as he admired her pristine pink pussy, her lips were parted and wet, very very wet but he resisted the temptation to lick them, maybe he would do that another day, instead he fingered her juicy young cunny until she was ready for him, which didn’t take long.

He stood up behind her and teased her wet lips with the tip of his throbbing erection before thrusting firmly into her.

Karen gasped, first in pain as he broke her hymen and then again in pleasure as he thrust again, more deeply.
Her taut young body ebbed and flowed with the steady rhythm of his penetrations, until she came noisily once, twice, three times and collapsed onto the bed when he had finished with her and he withdrew from her juicy cunny.
Mark then bent down and kissed the small of her back then he picked up her panties and wiped his cock clean with them before discarded them on the bed next to her panting sweating body
“That was nice” he said and gave her cheek a slap “I’m going for a swim, I’ll see you out there” 

“I’m tired” she replied “I think I’ll have a sleep”

“Oh that’s a shame” Mark said “because after a swim I thought we could go to my room, but if you’re tired never mind”

Five minutes later Karen arrived by the pool wearing her yellow bikini, Mark liked what he could see but his eyes were drawn to the crotch of her bottoms which already sporting a wet patch.

“I like you in that” he said “but I don’t think you’ll be wearing it for long”

Mark was not wrong about that they had five minutes in the pool and then she spent the rest of the afternoon in his room and he spent it in her.

They almost got caught when the parents returned as they had fallen asleep in his bed but they got away with it.

Although that day was the first time they had sex it was not the last occasion on that holiday that they did it. 

And nor was that holiday the last time that the kissing cousins got sweaty together, in fact over the years they became regular fuck buddies.


RED HOT

 


The first thing I noticed
Was the sun on her red hair
Turning it to blazing fire
As it tumbled
Onto the white flesh of her shoulders
The pastel shades
Of her meagre top
Struggled to contain the vibrancy of her breasts
And her naked midriff tantalized
The waistband of her skirt sat on her hips
While the white cotton below
Encased her rolling buttocks and strong thighs
A gust of summer breeze
Lifted her skirt allowing glimpses of her white thighs
Then as she walked
The sunlight behind her illuminated her form
More than hinting at the delights
Contained within the cotton of her skirt
My thoughts then turned
From her flaming red hair
To a burning desire

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (01) Legally Binding

 

Fifty year old Yvonne Makin is a former masseur who along with her husband Clive ran a small country Spa Hotel in the village of Pangmere on the Finchbottom road and they were doing very nicely thank you, or so she thought.

However after her husband’s death she realised that the business she thought was thriving was in fact in dire straits.

As a result she was faced with some very hard choices to make, sell up, sell out or change direction.

She was a small dark haired woman who had maintained her figure well over the years, and was still considered attractive, but the strain of trying to keep the business afloat was beginning to tell.

She had bags under her eyes and was losing weight she could ill afford to lose and her once chestnut hair was streaked with grey.

But finally after weeks of uncertainty and sleepless nights a solution presented itself and that much needed solution eventually came about in a very serendipitous manner.

 

It all happened as a result of Yvonne’s efforts to increase the numbers using the Spa, even a small increase in trade would have been beneficial.

So in an attempt, bordering on desperation, and in order to revive her fortunes, she placed adds in several bridal magazines extolling the benefits of having a hen party at a Spa Hotel, detailing all the treatments, plus a bar and restaurant.

And the response to the ad was even more promising that she could possibly have dreamed of, mainly because she hadn’t even considered that the spa weekend idea would be taken on board by hens and stags alike.

For a while it looked like her idea was truly inspired and verged on the genius and it looked to all the world that it was destined to save the business.

 

Things were going so well, Yvonne had even started sleeping soundly again but then came the weekend when they had a hen party and stag booked in at the same time, even though they were not the two halves of the same wedding, the writing should have been on the wall.     

Yvonne took it in her stride however and with carful management,  both groups appeared to be having a great time and there was no crossover of parties, until that is the quantity of alcohol eroded all inhibitions to such an extent that the libidinous and lascivious urges won out and the lusty room hopping took over.

And it wasn’t just an isolated incident either, it was a case of Stag on Hen, Stag on Stag and Hen on Hen, in fact it had in a very short space of time turned into an anything goes full on orgy.

Even the Groom in waiting was involved and was found tied to a four poster bed, being beaten on the buttocks with ping pong bats by the maid of honour and the bride to be of the other party.


Although the Hen and Stag Spa weekend turned out to be an unmitigated disaster in terms of what it was supposed to be, a great time was had by all, as was one girl in particular, by the name of Kylie.

But far from damaging the Hotels reputation it led to a spate of enquiries from those who were looking for the more exotic off menu activities.

 

So as a result of that mad sex and alcohol fuelled Saturday night Yvonne had the idea to close the traditional loss making Spa Hotel and open 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.  

Massages were still on the menu but always had a “happy ending”

Saunas also still featured in the new regime they were just much steamier.

Some would stay at the Hotel for varying durations while taking their particular pleasures while other were walk-ins.

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

 

Many of the staff from the old business stayed on to give the new trade a go, most of them merely continued in their old roles,

Cook’s, laundry staff, waiters, waitresses, cleaners, bar staff, housemaids, and maintenance staff.

Whereas others chose a career change and stayed on in a different capacity.

For example Howard Dixon, who was a rather ordinary looking forty year old reflexology therapist, who it transpired had a foot fetish which during his work at the spa he was never able to fully act upon.

So for him the change from Spa Hotel to sin palace was manna from heaven and he had managed to turn a hobby into a very lucrative profession.

Yvonne was surprised at the speed at which Howard had built up a regular clientele, she hadn’t fully realised just how many foot freaks there were in Downshire.

 

The surprise package of the transition was Aidan McCauley who was the quiet and unassuming odd job man at the Hotel who would never have said boo to a goose in his old life.

But when Aidan was transformed into his alter ego and he was dressed head to toe in black leather and wearing a heavily studded ski mask, he found his true voice and he could not be silenced.

 

Two other survivors of the old Spa days were the undoubted stars of the infamous Stag/Hen orgy night, who were in fact the bride to be, Cathy Ridge, and her maid of honour, at the wedding that never was, Lucy Thomas, who were now two of her best “performers” in the S and M rooms, where they had access to a lot more than ping pong bats to use in their arsenal.


Callum McDonnell, who was the 6ft 4 inch former Hotel gardener, was a gently spoken, good looking and very muscular man who also turned out to be particular well sort after by the punters in the new business, due partly to the fact he was very good looking and fit, but it was much more likely because he was hung like a horse, well maybe not a horse but certainly a decent sized pony.

He was also very popular with the ladies who liked a firm hand as he was extremely well versed in the spanking department as he had hands like shovels.

 

But perhaps the two most versatile of those who had embarked upon a new career choice were Claire Collister and her girlfriend Kerry Freeborn, they had formerly worked in the pool and sauna suite but chose to make the change to amongst other things, dominatrix, although not exclusively.

Claire was a skinny and flat chested brunette, and she wore her hair in a pixie cut which worked perfectly with her elfin features.

Kelly on the other hand was more substantially made and had a voluptuous figure, and what Claire called “Lego hair” which was thick and ginger.

They were both 5ft 4 inches tall but Kelly looked taller because of her Lego hair.

As the pair were quite adventurous in their own sex life they were really open to anything, and dabbled in anything and everything and as they were both approaching 30 they were not naïve about the ways of the world, so nothing phased them.

There was one man, a regular visitor, who liked to sit naked on the lavatory, masturbating obviously, as a succession of girls walked into the bathroom pulled down their knickers and pee’d in the bath.

Not that it was just the men that were weird a woman in her sixties liked to lay naked in the empty bath and have Callum urinated on her.

 

Claire and Kelly took pleasure from everything they turned their hand to and one of the bonuses, other than the fact they got horny a lot, was that they didn’t need to be nice to any of them in fact you could be rude to them very rude, in fact in some cases the ruder the better.

But they liked the dominatrix role because they really enjoyed punishing men.

However not that all the customers on the receiving end of a beating  were men it was in fact not far off 50-50 so they got to play with some very pretty women as well.

 

Yvonne Makin didn’t participate in any of the sessions herself, she liked to remain at arm’s length, but she did like to supervise, which she did quite diligently, and she became something of a voyeur over the months and liked to watch events through the two way mirrors and she would sometimes satisfy herself in the darkness.

With business doing so well she no longer suffered sleepless nights through worry, but had many nights where she was sleep deprived because despite being a widow she enjoyed a very heathy sex life with a local Chief Superintendent, Martin Reed, who would pop into the Hotel most nights and pop into Yvonne while her was there and fill her boots.


When it was a Spa Hotel Yvonne and her husband Clive prided themselves on the variety of services and treatments that the Spa could offer.

So when she set up the House of Fun she was determined to adopt the same principles.

The biggest problem was the price list she knew how much the Spa charged for a massage but had no idea what the “happy ending” should cost.

So everyone involved went to on line forums to try and ascertain what the going rate for a spank was, a hand job as well as the more colourful and kinky items.

And after diligent use of the interweb they came up with a basic price list.

 

It turned out to be a very lucrative business indeed and it seemed the weirder the request from a patron was the more she could charge them for it.

Having carte blanche however did not mean that there was an “anything goes” policy there were still plenty of things that were well off menu and deviances that would not be entertained under any circumstance.

Under 18’s were a no no, animals of any description were not permitted on the premises, not even snakes which for some seemed to be a must have for erotica.

One request that was very firmly refused came from a retired high court judge who wanted to lay beneath a glass topped table while a man defecated above it.

 

It wasn’t always about the physical, one ex professional rugby player paid handsomely for the privilege of sniffing the girl’s soiled knickers which had to be stored in Tupperware boxes to keep them “fresh”.

 

An old Shakespearean actor liked watching Claire hovering his room wearing nothing but wellington boots and a retired vicar liked to be walked up and down the corridor wearing a dog collar.

Voyeurism was very popular and some two way mirror were installed in a number of rooms for the peepers.

Although some wanted to be in the room with the couple during the act, that was very expensive, in fact, any request the deviated from the norm was extra and anything that the client “insisted on” doubled or trebled the price.

Some of the request that were made were more bizarre than others and were more akin to “Children in Need” challenges.

A woman having her breast covered in peanut butter or a man having his genitals painted with warm honey.

 

There was also a lot of dressing up involved so they had amassed quite a wardrobe for the punters delight which cost a fortune but if the clients wanted them then they could have them but of course they came at a price, which partly covered the cleaning bill, not all fabrics are wipe clean.

 

A lot of what the staff did was less about sex and more about humiliation, whether it was verbal chastisement, or psychological bullying or actual physical punishment or just being tied up or restrained.

Some of the punishment were bordering on torture for example a university professor enjoyed punishment by Tens machine which involved having the electrodes connected the parts of him that should only feel the tingle of sexual anticipation and not an electric current.


 After the first 12 months the business was really thriving and they had a steady core of regulars and plenty of newbies to keep everyone occupied.

But as well as things were going it wasn’t busy every day, Mondays in particular were normally very quiet and everyone got a bit bored or got down and dirty themselves in a quiet corner.

Yvonne turned a blind eye to the staff having sex on the premises during work hours, after all doing what they did all day, they were bound to get a bit horny.

But as liberal as she was she didn’t encourage sex between her staff and the customers, it certainly wasn’t part of the services on offer.

But if it was mutually desired then that was strictly between the consenting adults involved and nobody else.

 

It was on one quiet Monday in particular when Yvonne walked in to the staff lounge and said

“Right we have a newbie on the way in”

And because it had been so quiet Claire couldn’t volunteer quickly enough

“We’ll do it” she said

“Well you can get her settled into the leather room”

And as soon as Yvonne gave the instruction, Claire and Kelly were on the move.  

Although the leather room sounded quite kinky it was only actually the furniture that was leather and the chairs in there were ideal to be used for gentle restraint and mild chastisement, but it was still a really fun place.

As Claire and Kelly were on the way out Yvonne called after them

“We don’t know whether she’s fish or fowl yet, so Callum might have to do the deed”

 

Daphne Cosquer was an attractive woman, tall and slender, in her early thirties wearing a tailored business suit and spectacles and carried a briefcase.

It was apparent looking at her that she was of mixed race, her height and long slender limbs betrayed her European DNA while the luscious caramel coloured skin and black shinning hair hinted at the long past liaison between Europe and the exotic east.

She was just slipping off her jacket when the girls arrived.

“Hello I’m Claire and this is Kelly”

Daphne turned towards them and offered her hand in greeting

“Daphne Cosquer” she said “I believe I’m expected”

“Yes indeed” Claire said lustfully

“I’m here for a meeting” Daphne added

“Well we are going to take you to the “meeting” room and get you settled” Kelly said

So with pleasantries exchanged Kelly led the way and Claire followed on behind in the wake of her exotic heady fragrance.

 

They went out through the reception door and down along the corridor and Claire followed on mesmerized by Daphne’s form and admiring of its perfection.

As she strode down the corridor behind Kelly, Daphne’s straight black hair cascaded onto her shoulders and danced softly on them in time with her movement.

All though in truth Claire wasn’t looking at her hair, her eyes were all over the girl’s pert rolling buttocks. 


Daphne Cosquer was immaculately dressed in a fitted white silk blouse tucked into the waist of a grey flared skirt, which complemented her slender frame perfectly, her narrow waist and the flaring of her skirt accentuating her hips deliciously.

Her pert round buttocks contained within the tailored skirt were quite hypnotic too and her shapely legs clad in black tights were gorgeous.

They were tights if Claire was not mistaken, it was a shame it wasn’t stockings, Claire liked stockings and she had always been able to pick out a girl in stockings, it was a knack.

But stockings or tights the ensemble was finished off with four-inch heels which shaped her calves like sculpture and by the time the destination was in reach Claire was quite moist.

“I do hope we get to play with this one” Claire said in her head.

Apart from being gorgeous and well dressed in expensive clothes Daphne also spoke in wonderful plummy tones which was something else that got Claire hot, a combination of the two set her on fire.

 

They arrived at their destination which was to all intents and purposes a small meeting room, very plush with warm wood paneling and leather upholstery but it was a meeting room all the same.

“Here we are” Kelly said and took the briefcase off her and placed it on the desk.

Claire closed the door behind them and took Daphne by the elbow and said “let’s get you ready for your meeting then”

 

Five minutes after they had arrived in the leather room, Daphne was being bent forward over a leather arm chair.

“Will it be uncomfortable?” she asked as the two girls tipped her forwards over the back of the leather chair so that she pivoted on it at the waist.

“No it will be fine” Claire replied as she winked at Kelly.

Kelly then tied her wrists to the chairs front legs with silk ropes.

While Claire was at the back of the Chair admiring her magnificent long stocking clad legs which were left dangling over the chair back, which despite the fact they were so long, didn’t quite reach the floor.

She slipped off Daphne’s 4 inch heeled shoes and discarded them and then she tied her legs, one at a time, to the chairs back legs, resulting in the restriction of her movement significantly.

The two girls stood back to admire their handiwork and looked proudly at Daphne bent over the upholstery.

“That isn’t too uncomfortable” Daphne said

“Good” Claire said

“Well I think I’ve had enough now though” she said

“Nonsense” Kelly said “We haven’t even started yet”

“What do you mean?” Daphne asked with real alarm in her voice

“I’m not a customer, I’m only here for a meeting”

“Don’t be silly” Claire said “it’s only cold feet”

“No really” she said

“You’ll love it” Claire said and lifted Daphne’s skirt up as far as her waist

“What are you doing?” she screamed “Stop” 

“I’m afraid that’s not going to happen” Kelly said and yanked her tights and knickers off her gorgeous arse in one deft movement.

 

“I’m not a customer” Daphne exclaimed “I’m only here for a meeting”

“Don’t be silly” Claire said “it’s only cold feet”

“No really” she said

“You’ll love it” Claire said and lifted Daphne’s skirt up as far as her waist

“What are you doing?” she screamed “Stop” 

“I’m afraid that’s not going to happen” Kelly said and yanked her tights and knickers off her gorgeous arse in one deft movement.

“Oh my God, what is wrong with you two?” Daphne screamed “untie me right now”

“Oh stop being such a baby” Kelly snapped and unzipped her skirt and tugged her White silk blouse from the waistband.

“Please stop” she begged

“Daphne you are going to love it” Kelly reassured her

“But I keep telling you I’m not a customer” she shouted

“I really am here for a meeting”

“Oh do shut up now” Kelly snapped and slapped her bare arse really hard.

She had done it as hard as she could, because she had noticed the way Claire looked at her as she yanked down her knickers and tights, it was obvious to her the she found Daphne hot and she was jealous.

“Ow” Daphne exclaimed

“Right let’s get this off” Kelly said and reached around her to unbutton her white silk blouse and then pulled it over her head and as far down her arms as it would reach all accomplished without a single word of protest.

Then Claire unhooked her bra to release her not unsubstantial breasts which hung down delightfully, lusciously tipped with large chocolate coloured nipples which Claire found almost irresistible.

She was just about to grope one of them when Kelly slapped at her hand, Kelly then walked around to Daphne’s rear end.

The slap that she had delivered had made a very satisfactory sound to her ears and left a lovely bright red handprint on the caramel colored buttock.

And then just for the sheer fun of it she slapped the other cheek equally hard.

“Ow” Daphne exclaimed again “are you punishing me?”

“Do you deserve to be punished?” Claire asked hopefully

 “Yes I do” Daphne replied and giggled “you should punish me”

“Oh really?” Kelly asked

“Yes” she replied “I’m a really naughty girl”

“You soon changed your tune” Kelly said and slapped her arse again

“Oh that was nice” Daphne said “do it again?”

And then Claire joined in and slapped her other cheek but she left her hand on Daphne’s buttock slightly too long for Kelly’s taste so she glared at Claire and slapped Daphne again

“Oh yes I’m so naughty, do it harder” Daphne screamed “Do it harder?”

“Oh so you want it harder perhaps we’re not strong enough for you Miss Snooty” Kelly retorted and continued in a baby voice “would you like us to get a big strong man to spank your little brown bottie?”

“Oh yes do that” she cried “get me a big strong man, with big strong hands”

“Ok then we will get you a man” Kelly said

“Come on Claire”

Kelly headed straight for the door but Claire was a little reluctant and followed on slowly looking back wistfully at the figure sluttishly draped over the chair back, with her knickers and tights around her knees and her slightly blemished caramel coloured buttocks and just a hint of black pubic hair on display.  


Kelly headed straight for the door but Claire was a little reluctant and followed on slowly looking back wistfully at the figure sluttishly draped over the chair back, with her knickers and tights around her knees and her slightly blemished caramel coloured buttocks and just a hint of black pubic hair on display.  

“Bye Daphne” Claire sighed as she said goodbye to the knicker wetting view.

As she went out the door and committed the image to her wank bank.

Closing the door behind her she trotted after Kelly who possessed the only piece of arse she was going get any time soon.

 

When they reached the staff lounge again they found Callum slouched on the sofa watching TV

“Girl in the leather room Cal, she’s all yours” Claire said

“Ok what’s she in for?” he asked “Just a spank or a spank and wank?”

“Just give her everything you’ve got big boy” Kelly said

 

As he walked into the leather room he was greeted by the sight of the posh piece of tottie tied over an armchair with everything very much on display and he found himself instantly aroused.

“Well what have we here?” he said rubbing himself

“You must have been a very very naughty girl”

“Yes I have” she admitted proudly

He walked towards her rear aspect and due to his arousal and his generous endowment he found it quite uncomfortable.

So as his instructions were to give her everything he had he saw no reason to keep his cock trousered a moment longer than he had too, so he undressed.

When he reached her he looked at delicious round arse dressed with the distinct bloom were small hands had spanked her, he thought the bloom would be considerable deeper after his big hands had been deployed.

“So what do we do with a naughty girl?”

“You spank her” she squealed excitedly “You spank her hard”

“Yes I do” he said and gave her two firm slaps on each cheek with his shovel like hands and she wriggled and squealed.

He decided to leave her magnificent arse alone and wait to see the evidence of his punishment before he gave her any more.

He feasted his eyes on her full breasts which hung down delightfully, lusciously tipped with large aroused chocolate colored nipples.

He stood in front of her as her head went from side to side seeking him out but her vision was obscure by her lustrous black hair.

He stepped to the side and scooped up her unruly locks and tied them roughly at her nape.

It wasn’t the neatest job but it would serve a purpose.

Callum return to his previous location and she could now see him, all of him.

He lifted her head up so he could see her face but her eyes were firmly fixed on his cock.

“Oh so that’s what you’re interested in is it?” he asked but she didn’t answer

He was standing about two feet away from her but his cock was nearer.

“Do you want a closer look?” he asked and she nodded


Callum was standing in front of Daphne about two feet away from her but his cock was nearer.

“Do you want a closer look?” he asked and she nodded

So he slowly moved closer to her inch by tantalizing inch, and as it got close to her face, her mouth opened invitingly

“So you want it in there do you?”

“Yes” she grunted without closing her mouth

So he inched further forward until he was in her mouth and the moment it touched her lips she took over.

She only had free use of her head but that was clearly enough.

And when his cock was well and truly in her mouth he said

“You really are a naughty girl”

She would have nodded in agreement but her head was already nodding.

 

After Callum had left the girls alone in the lounge Claire immediately leapt at Kelly and pushed her onto the couch.

“I’m so horny” she said and her hand went straight up Kelly’s skirt and yanked her knickers off.

“You’d better get your off then” Kelly said

“I already did” she replied and lifted up her skirt to provide the evidence.

“You dirty little cow” she said “come here”

 

The girls were laying on the sofa noshing each other in a classic 69 pose when they were disturbed,

“I thought I asked you two to settle the newbie in the leather room”

Yvonne said

“We did” Kelly said as she peered up from beneath Claire’s thighs

“I don’t think so” Yvonne insisted

“We definitely did” Claire said briefly lifting her head up from Kelly’s minge

“Then why is she still sitting patiently in reception?” she asked

“Um” Claire said as the two girls extricated themselves from their intimate repose “that’s not possible, we left her tied up and stripped down ready for action”

“We even gave her a bit of a spanking” Kelly said

Yvonne went to speak but then a thought crossed her mind.

“The woman that you took to the leather room, what did she look like?”

“Tall” Kelly said

“Very pretty” Claire added

“Lovely long legs” Kelly said

“Fabulous arse” Claire recalled which provoked a glare from Kelly

“And big tits” she added and Kelly slapped her arm.

“Was her name Daphne Cosquer?” Yvonne asked and held her breath

“Yes” Kelly said “A proper posh bird”

“Oh God” She said and plopped down on an armchair and put her head in her hands

“What’s the matter boss?” Kelly asked

“She’s not a punter she’s a solicitor representing a very prestigious firm that I’m hoping will take us on as a client” Yvonne explained

“Oh no” Claire exclaimed “she kept saying she was only here for a meeting”

“We thought it was just part of her fantasy” Kelly said “And slapped her some more”


Yvonne lifted her head from her hands and said

“So if she’s tied up in the leather room then why were you two in here noshing each other?” she asked

“Because she wanted a man” Claire said failing to keep the disappointment from her voice

“So we sent Callum to finish her off” Kelly said

“Oh shit” Yvonne said and shot up and ran for the door

“What’s wrong?” Kelly said as she and Claire ran after her.

 

When they reached the door to the leather room the girls hung back in the corridor as Yvonne quietly opened the door and peered in.

Then her shoulders slumped and she closed the door again.

“Is he in there?” Kelly asked

“It’s worse than that girls” Yvonne replied “he’s in Daphne”

“Oh shit” Claire exclaimed

 

Neither Callum nor Daphne heard the door open and close again as he was joyfully plugged into her juicy posh parts while groping her ample tits and she was vociferously receiving him.

It became so frenetic that every time he plunged into her tender loins the chair moved until like a prize bull servicing a heifer he unloaded into her and she screamed.

 

Daphne entered Yvonne’s office very gingerly looking disheveled, flushed and strained and carrying her four inch heels.

There was a pronounced dark patch on her skirt, probably ejaculate, and a large ladder in her black tights and her hair looked like it was the result of being dragged through a hedge backwards.

“Miss Cosquer” Yvonne said getting up from her chair “I can’t apologize enough for the misunderstanding”

She didn’t respond other than to offer a weak smile

“Please sit” she said and watched as Daphne settled herself gently in a chair and winced.

“I…” Yvonne began but Daphne over spoke her

“Please don’t apologize to me anymore” she said flatly

“I came here today as a highly respected professional in my field, and instead of having the expected meeting I found myself thoroughly used and abused”

“I…” Yvonne began again but again she was prevented

“I had thought that after one meeting and a brief tour of the facilities I would be able to rubber stamp the business as clean and sound” she said and left Yvonne crestfallen and then added

“Instead I find that I will have to insist on further tours of the facilities to review what you have to offer while my recommendation to the partners goes through”

“What?” Yvonne said not believing her ears

“Is that going to be an issue?” Daphne asked

“No that won’t be a problem at all” she replied “would that be a weekly review?”

“Oh God yes I couldn’t manage more than that” she said letting her polished façade down momentarily “Due to my very busy schedule of course”

“I understand” Yvonne said

And so the meeting was concluded satisfactorily and Daphne Cosquer certainly walked out of the office as if there had been some considerable satisfaction.


POINT OF VIEW

 


I look at her and in my mind
She is naked
Her great round breasts
Nipples like organ stops
Her lush bush
Then I see her bending
Straight legged
Her lips in full view
I kneel and with my tongue
Part her curtains
Tasting her juice
Then she is on all fours
My cock deep in her
Her buttocks slapping against my belly
My hands cupping her breasts
Then I am back
This is no way to look at my mother in law

Choice Tales from the Vale – (026) Goddess Seduction

 

Justine Wyatt was a 25-year-old Estate Agent at Lyndon-Sanders Properties in Purplemere, it wasn’t her chosen career nor was it what she envisaged doing when she left University with an English Literature degree, but she had to do something, and she seemed to be quite good at it and it paid the bills.

She was an attractive girl with long brunette hair, and she had a nice flat in the town and lived quite comfortably but she did live alone.

And there was something missing in her life, she had tried and failed so many times in relationships but apparently, she just kept picking the wrong men and so she seemed destined to live alone but destiny had a knack of surprising you if you were lucky.

 

Justine’s surprise came one bright spring morning in a quiet suburb of Purplemere when she went to visit a vendor with a three-bedroom house to sell.

The house was owned by a Mr and Mrs Hack who had both had to go into residential care in Dulcet Green and she was there to meet their granddaughter Carol Hack.

Justine knocked on the door and it was opened by a pretty young blond with piercing blue eyes.

Carol was younger than Justine by six or seven years and for a moment or two she was speechless as she stared into Carols eyes.

For the first time since she’d been an Estate Agent, she completely forgot what to say.   

“Are you from Lyndon-Sanders?” Carol asked

“Yes, I’m sorry, I’m Justine Wyatt” she replied a little flustered

“Come in” she said with a knowing smile “I’m Carol”

 

Once inside, Carole left Justine to wander around downstairs taking measurements while she went upstairs.     

Justine soon regained her composure and with all the measuring done downstairs Justine called upstairs

“Is it ok if I come up?”

Sometimes vendors liked to take a few minutes to make sure there were no dirty knickers left lying on the floor and the toilet had been flushed.

“Yes I’m ready for you” Carol shouted back

Justine nodded and started up the stares

“And try to be professional” she said to herself.

As she stepped onto the landing, she could see there was only one door open so she decided to measure that one first, but as soon as she stepped over the thresh hold she was speechless again because the pretty little blue eyed blond was standing by the bed completely naked with what could only be described as a leer on her face.

Not only was Justine speechless she was also frozen to the spot, the only thing she could move were her eyes which hungrily consumed every inch of Carol’s beautiful young firm body as she slowly walked towards her.

Carol smiled broadly with satisfaction because of the obvious affect she was having on Justine and when she stood in front of the mesmerized Estate Agent, she kissed her gently on the lips.


It was the first time Justine’s lips had tasted such a kiss and was left wanting more when it stopped.

Even though she enjoyed the kiss very much, she had never looked at a woman the way she looked at Carol.

Justine wasn’t gay, she had only ever been with men, and she needed to say it before things went too far.

Carol was smiling at her again, but Justine smiled weakly back and looked troubled.

“I’m not…” she began but Carol put a finger to Justine’s lips

“Shush” she said and kissed her again but more meaningfully than the first embrace of Justine’s seduction and the gentle passion of her kiss quickened her pulse, electrifying her.

And when Carol began unbuttoning her blouse it was met with compliance, as was the unfastening of her bra, and as the items of clothing had hit the floor, Carol’s hands, as if gloved in velvet, slid across Justine’s silken skin, mapping her every contour, each and every sweep and curve of her.

Justine was powerless to resist as she felt Carol’s velvet touch on her full breasts, and tingling traversed her spine as Carol was teasing her, pleasing her.

Justine felt warm breath and soft lips on her breasts and then on their proud pink tips but breathed again before the moist heat of her warm honey mouth enveloped her nipples in turn.

Her mind was in a whirl as the cute, sensuous girl made love to her, with its unexpected sensuality revealing her unknown sensuality.

She had never known such a feeling, passionate, erotic, toe curling,

getting her hot, getting her wet and so she submitted to her in guiltless acquiescence as Carol undressed her and soon Justine was as naked as the young beauty making love to her and then Carol’s lips began their journey, kissing their way, “to where?” Justine asked herself as her mouth, soft and tender, traced in kisses around her ribcage and lower still

“Oh my god, to there” she screamed in her head “Will she kiss me there?”

Justine’s body shivered, and quivered as her skin tingled as she felt Carol’s breath on the soft expanse of her belly

“Should I let her?” she asked herself “Should I let her kiss me, there?”

She squirmed beneath the young Goddess, her head swimming as her body burned for her, ached and yearned for her as she felt her breath stir her pubic hair as her cheek lay against her thigh.

Justine looked down at the pretty young blond looking back at her with her piercing blue eyes and she yielded to the Goddess and opened herself like a portal and delivered herself to her in all her vulnerability, her innocence, as the seductress delivered sweet ecstasy.


HEAT

 

We came together

In a frenzied embrace

Mouths locked; Nostrils flared

Snorting like fighting bulls

Kissing, stroking, groping

Fumbling with buttons and belts

Hooks and eyes

Until we lay in a heap

Disordered in our semi nakedness

I caressed her breasts

Teasing her nipples

First with fingers

Before attending to them orally

I moved my hand across her soft belly

And pulled up her skirt

My mouth alternated between

Her swollen nipples and her eager mouth

My slipped under her skirt

And I reached up

Until I felt the silk of her underwear

I pulled them down to her ankles urgently

Then I moved my hand steadily

Up her long stockinged leg

From ankle to calf to her inner thigh

The soft naked flesh above her stocking

Before combing my fingers through

Her luxuriant growth

She turned her attentions once again

To my ear frantically exploring it with her tongue

I cupped her pubic bone in my hand

And rocked it gently

Then I slipped my fingers between her lips

Into the creamy wetness

She moaned gently in my ear

And slid her finger around my swollen shaft

Tugging roughly at me

As I worked her wet flesh

Until her rhythmic moaning Reach crescendo

And she came

Her thighs closed on me

Then she rolled onto her back

For me to mount her

She wanted me so badly

And my balls ached for the want of her

I lay on her and we kissed

And I probed at her wetness

Teasing her lips with my tip

Then in her urgency

with her slender legs wrapped around me

She pulled me in until she enveloped me

Then she gripped me

Vice like with her slim yet powerful thighs

Preventing my withdrawal

Her mouth was again on my ear

Licking and chewing

Her razor like nails dug into my skin

I arched my back

And entered her deeper

Then her grip on my hips lessoned

I withdrew and thrust into her again

She writhed beneath me moaning

As she tongued my ear

I thrust again

She bit my lobe

Her nails were now in my buttocks

I thrust again and again

Then again faster and faster

We moan loudly in unison

Until I exploded inside her

And she clung to me like a limpet

There we lay in the afterglow of passion

Locked in fond embrace

For a timeless period

Until our passions were again aroused

Freya St David, 18 – Goddess Of Fertility

 

On a sunny May afternoon pretty district Nurse Freya St David married Captain Jonathon Hardman of the Downshire Light Infantry at St Hilda’s church in Tipton village, where she was born.

She looked even more stunning than usual with her strawberry blonde hair tied up beneath her veil.

She stood barely five feet tall even in her mother’s wedding dress she still looked slender and pale.

In line with tradition her skin flushed pink on her big day.

Freya was twenty eight years old but looked much younger and her mother was so happy on her daughter’s wedding day that she cried all through the ceremony.

Outside the church when the bride and groom emerged there was a traditional military honour guard and when she saw Sgt Lewis

standing to attention with his comrades, she blushed as she remembered the last time she had seen him at attention.

 

But the amount of tears shed on the day of her daughter’s wedding were surpassed tenfold on the day Freya told her mother she was pregnant.

It was just over a year after the wedding and she was on the verge of her 30th birthday.

And over the following months the skinny five foot nothing, whippet thin and pale skinned strawberry blonde grew and grew.

From behind she didn’t look very different her bum was still pert and she still looked slim but at the front she was huge, her belly was round and full and her usually small tits had swollen to the size of melons.

 

In October Jon had been away on an exercise in Norway and when he returned he found Freya in a very strange mood.

Try as he might he couldn’t get to the bottom of it, until it was time for bed.

John had finished in the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bed and watched his beautiful wife undressing.

First she unhooked the straps of her dungarees and let them fall to the floor then she pulled her jumper off over her head.

And then she noticed him watching her and she stopped and walked into the bathroom wearing just a t-shirt and maternity pants.

“How can you bare to look at me?” she asked and closed the bathroom door.

When she came back out ten minutes later she was wearing a large shapeless nighty.

“What’s the matter hon?” he asked her and took her hand

“I’m ugly” she said

“No, you’re beautiful Freya” he corrected her

I’m a great fat lump” she said and started crying

Jon immediately put his arms around her to comfort her

“Darling you’re gorgeous” he said

“But I’m not the skinny nymph you fell in love with” she sobbed

“I’m a blimp”

“I think you’re lovely” Jon said “I think you’re sexy”

“I used to be lovely” she sobbed “I used to be sexy”

“You still are” he assured her

“I’m not” she insisted

He took her hand and kissed it, then lowered it to the bulge in his pyjamas

“You see I do think you’re sexy” Jon said “and so does he”

She looked down and the bulge and gave it a gentle squeeze then she returned her eyes to his and smiled and then she kissed him.

It was a long passionate kiss full of love requited and all the time Freya’s hand rested on the swelling in his pyjamas.

Jon broke away and swiftly removed her shapeless nightie.

Freya relinquished her hold on his erection while the nightie was removed 

But as soon as her hand was free again it return south, this time unbuttoning his bottoms and then grasped his shaft roughly as they kissed again.

Jon’s hands went straight to her breasts which were the largest they had ever been in her life and they were beauties.

Her nipples were bigger too and swelled to a great size in Jon’s fingers.

Freya decided when she was ready and broke away to kneel on the bed. Jon stood behind her and cupped her breasts and said

“I really love you Freya, you are my life and my love”

Then she leant forward and presented her rear aspect to him and he gently penetrated her.

Initially he cupped her breasts, feeling the full weight of them in his palms but while he made love to her he preferred to rest his hands on her bump, stroking and caressing it as he gently took her to climax.

It was not the last occasion on which he made love to her during that pregnancy or subsequent pregnancies.

Jon loved Freya body and soul, whether that body was skinny or in the bloom of pregnancy, for the rest of his life.

Freya’s feelings for him were reciprocated with interest and she remained his and his alone until his death.