Friday, 11 June 2021

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (05) The Therapist

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.

Patrons stayed at the Hotel for varying durations while taking their particular pleasures while other were walk-ins.

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

 

Yvonne Makin believed the transition from Spa Hotel to Sin Palace happened as a direct result of Yvonne’s efforts to increase the numbers using the Spa, even a small increase in trade would have been beneficial to a struggling business.

So in an attempt to boost visitors 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 a restaurant.

And the response to the advertisement was 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.

Which was where Lucy Thomas saw the advertisement and thought it would be the perfect venue for her best friend, Cathy Ridge, to hold her hen weekend.

They were both Aroma therapists at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel in Childean and they had both been to the Pangmere Spa before and thought it would be a giggle.

For a while Yvonne thought that her idea was truly inspired, verging on the genius even, and it looked to all the world that it was destined to save the business.

Things were going so well in fact, that Yvonne had even started sleeping soundly again, but then came the weekend when, through an oversight, they had Cathy’s hen party and a random stag party 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, and the staff managed to keep them apart, until that is, the quantity of alcohol consumed 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.

The bride to be being Cathy Ridge and her maid of honour Lucy Thomas and they were the undoubted stars of the infamous Stag/Hen orgy night.

 

After the infamous Stag/Hen orgy night at the old Spa Hotel neither wedding subsequently took place and Cathy and Lucy, gave up the world of Aroma Therapy and were now two of Yvonne’s best “performers” in the S and M rooms of the House of Fun, where they had access to a lot more than ping pong bats to use in their arsenal of pain and pleasure.

 

Cathy broke up with her fiancé and subsequently went out with one of the stag party for a while but not for long so she was unattached, whereas Lucy was still engaged to Peter who had no idea about what went wrong on the hen weekend or her change of career from Aroma Therapy to Pain Therapy.

He just thought she had left Dancingdean because she had a better offer which in a way she had.

The financial rewards were far superior but it was the job satisfaction that pleased Lucy.

 

She loved Peter, they had been together since school but he was a bit of a stick in the mud and wouldn’t have understood what she did, in fact she was sure he would have been shocked that such a place existed let alone the fact that she was one of its star attractions.

 

Lucy had also made a lot of friends and all the employees were almost like a family.

She also had a number of admirers the chief of those being Callum McDonnell, the 6ft 4 inch former Hotel gardener, gently spoken, good looking and very muscular 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 physically fit, but mainly 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.

It wasn't long after the two girls started working for the House of Fun that Callum fell for Lucy hook line and sinker.

He thought she was gorgeous, stunningly attractive and with a very sweet nature, when she wasn't beating seven bells out of someone in the S & M rooms of course.

But it wasn't Wynona Whiplash that he was in love with it was the kind and gentle Lucy Thomas, unfortunately his love was unrequited and he knew her heart belonged to another, her fiancé Peter.

Callum had a heart as big as his other attributes and it was full of love for her, in fact he said to her at the Christmas party that his cock was available for hire but his heart belonged to Lucy.

Not the most romantic declaration of love she had ever heard but he had been drinking.

However as much as she liked Callum, it was only as a friend, her heart very definitely belonged to her childhood sweetheart, Peter, and she couldn’t see that changing anytime soon and they were due to marry later in the year.

Callum however didn’t care about that and continued to carry the torch.

 

Lucy’s alter ego, Wynona Whiplash worked the S & M rooms with her friend Cathy, Spanking Sadie, sometimes together but mainly alone.

Her clientele were a mixed bunch, no particular ages, professions, social backgrounds, or indeed genders and she didn’t care she just enjoyed the power she held over them.

One of her regulars was an inner city school head teacher, a fearsome woman with an uncompromising reputation who routinely reduced grown men to tears.

But when she was under Lucy’s control she was a quivering jelly fish.

The first time she submitted she gave Lucy a list of taboo’s and things that she could do to her and things that she most definitely could not, the final one being.

“I never expose my breasts, is that understood? Or my buttocks”

The first thing Lucy did after restraining her to a frame, wrist and ankle like a starfish, was to pull her drawers off her arse and uncup her huge tits.

“I said no” she snapped “Cover me up again”

“I’m the mistress of this domain” Lucy said coldly “and I make the rules in here, bitch”

Then she struck the head teachers big white arse with her whip

“Is that understood?”

“Yes” she responded submissively

She made her swear and curse, scream and shout and then beg for more and finally she made her cum.

 

Lucy didn’t always perform in the same room and the mode of dress varied, both for the client and Lucy’s, so did the apparatus and the means of restraint but the one common denominator was a need to be controlled.

Some of them had power in their everyday lives but not all of them.  

But the one thing they all had in common, male and female was satisfaction when she was finished with them.

 

All the staff at the House of Fun had their regular clients and most punters when they found the performer that got them hard or got them wet, they stuck with them.

Some of the customers were floaters who hadn’t yet found the key to unlock their inner passion.

 

Occasionally the client had to be serviced by someone else either because of illness or holidays or any number of other reasons.

But when the occasion arose you didn’t want one of your valued victims to have a bad experience so they always made sure that they choose their surrogate.

Which was why Claire Collister and her girlfriend Kerry Freeborn went to see Lucy in the staff lounge.

They had formerly worked in the pool and sauna suite of the Spa but chose to make the change to amongst other things, dominatrix, although not exclusively.

Claire was a skinny flat chested brunette who 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 inches taller because of her Lego hair.

“Lucy we need a favour” Kelly said “It’s our anniversary and we’re going out for dinner but one of our regulars in coming in, can you take care of him?”  

“Sure no, problem”

 

Kelly and Claire 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, which was why they had a solid client list.

So after Lucy had agreed to stand in for Kelly and Claire they then spent the next 20 minutes explaining what he liked them to do to him.

And ran over the well-worn preamble and the script for the session

This was not unusual, clients liked the sessions to follow a familiar course.

They also gave her a brief dossier which covered everything they had already discussed which detailed some of the salient points of his history with the girls.     

 

Lucy was a very attractive woman, and four years younger than the girls, with a lovely face framed by short blonde hair, an almost angelic appearance that belied her alter ego.

She was tall and slender with nice long legs, though not a voluptuous shape, but her arse was round and firm and her breasts were small but beautifully pert.

She was wearing a black silk camisole, French silk cami knickers, also black, black seamed stockings and suspenders and the whole ensemble finished off with four-inch heels.

On her small and delicate well-manicured hands she wore black lace gloves and in her right hand she held a spanking whip.

 

Lucy walked along the main corridor and every head turned as she strolled purposely towards her appointment and among those looking on with admiration was Callum.

 

She entered the room and found her target already tied spread-eagle on a four poster bed naked except for a black hood and then spent

The next thirty minutes conducting the session strictly according to Kelly and Claire’s play book with her expert touch.

She tantalised and teased, making him wriggle and squirm and when she struck him he whimpered.

And it was on one of the occasions that she had him squirming under her tutelage that she noticed a crescent shaped scar on the top of his left thy which stopped her in her tracks.

She stood motionless for a few moments unable to comprehend what she was seeing.

It wasn’t possible but she thought she recognized the scar, the result of a close encounter with a barbed wire fence during a scrumping expedition when he was nine years old.

When Lucy did move again it wasn’t to continue her good works with the whip, her next action was to yank the hood off her victim and when she had it in her hand she was staring into the terrified eyes of her fiancé Peter.

“You bastard” she snapped “You’re supposed to be playing snooker tonight with your mates, not getting your rocks of at the House of Fun”

“I know but…” he protested

“So how long have you been playing snooker here?”

“About two years” he confessed

“Two bloody years” she yelled

“And before that?”

“A bondage club in Abbottsford” he revealed

“How long?” she demanded

“About three years”

“You bloody bastard, you’ve been lying to me for 5 years” she shouted and struck him hard across the buttocks.

“Ow” he yelped

“You lied to me as well, you told me you were a therapist”

“I am a therapist” she shouted “This is therapy”

Lucy struck him again to accompany the final word and that blow was followed by another and another and when she had finished she had thrashed him until the cheeks of his arse were bleeding.

 

She looked down at her handiwork smiled as he screamed at her

“You mad bitch, you need locking up”

Lucy ignored him and walked towards the door and each step she took was accompanied by a volley of expletives so when she had her hand on the brass knob she turned back to look at him and said

“Consider yourself dumped, and don’t be at the house when I get home, I don’t want to see your lying deceitful face ever again”

Lucy snapped and left the room and the moment the door closed behind her the tears welled up in her eyes.

And with the tears her confidence washed away and she didn’t know where to go or what to do.

 

So I was her good fortune that she stumbled into the path of her best friend Cathy Ridge and when she saw the tears rolling down her cheeks she asked with alarm

“What’s the matter honey?”

And in response to her friends question Lucy completely broke down.  

Cathy led her distraught friend into the nearest empty room and she dispatched another member of staff, Emily Riley, to fetch Yvonne.  

 

Cathy calmed her down and got her to explain what had happened and when Yvonne arrived and had the tale recounted to her she went off to see Peter who was still tied spread-eagled to the bed when she entered the room.

Yvonne looked down at his bloody buttocks but felt no sympathy for him.

She was a little testy because when she was summoned she was being pleasantly fucked by her favourite policeman Chief Superintendent, Martin Reed.

But in addition to that she felt protective towards her girls and boys and she wouldn’t have them hurt or upset in anyway.

 

She had two members of staff with her, one of the support staff, Emily Riley and Masseur James Ford-Bannister.

She took Emily because she was a sweet young girl of five foot nothing with and angelic countenance that often had a calming effect, but if that failed she had 6ft 4 inch James who had a different way of calming someone down.

Without being asked Emily and James undid Peter’s restraints and the angry recipient of Lucy’s wrath pushed himself uncomfortably to an upright position and then snatched the pile of clothes out of Emily’s hands.

“About bloody time” he shouted

“Oh stop your moaning” Yvonne snapped “Nobody gives a shit”

“Stop moaning? Stop moaning? You people are in a lot of trouble” He ranted “I’ll have the law on you and that vicious bitch”

“Really?” Yvonne said

“Yes really” he snapped

“Do you not remember signing a waiver Mr Gould?” she asked

“Which protects us against any and all mishaps”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean anything, she assaulted me, and I want to report her to the police”

“Well it just so happens there is a member of the constabulary in reception” Yvonne said

“So I suggest you go and tell him your sob story”

“Damn right I will” Peter said angrily

“Go with him James, just in case I’ll be a few minutes behind you”

Yvonne said

“Will do” James complied

 

Emily sweetheart, go and tell Lucy she’s not to go home for a few days, she can stay at the Hotel, and will you tell Agnes in reception to allocate her a room and its “complimentary””

“Yes Yvonne” Emily replied and trotted off

 

By the time Yvonne got to reception Martin was saying

“Did you sign a waiver Mr Gould?”

“Well yes I did but…” Peter began

“And you claim you were assaulted in one of the S & M rooms?”

“Yes I do because I was” he replied belligerently

“Well isn’t that the whole point of the exercise?” Martin said and laughed

“Why are you laughing?” Peter asked aghast “This is not a laughing matter”

“No, this is not a police matter” Martin pointed out

“Then I’ll do a private prosecution” Peter stated

“And you’ll be laughed out of court” Martin replied

 

“James can you show Mr Gould off the premises and we don’t want to see you again” Yvonne said and cut his membership card in half

“This establishment is for members only”

They watched James frogmarch Peter out the door and then Yvonne turned towards Martin and said quietly

“Talking about members, can we get yours back inside me please?”

Martin smiled in response and they went to her room to carry on where they left off earlier.

 

Emily booked a room for Lucy and then went back to where she left her and gave Lucy the room key card and Cathy took her upstairs and settled her in and stayed with her for the next two hours.

During which time they discussed a plan of action for the future, she didn’t want to stay in the house that she had shared with Peter, she knew that for certain, and she knew that her and Peter were over, so she thought she would rent somewhere in the short term, while they sold the house.

But Cathy had other ideas because she lived alone in a five bedroom house and no significant other so she said

“Come and live with me”

 

Despite the fact that there appeared to be a light at the end of her tunnel, Lucy had trouble sleeping.

Even though she was going to live with Cathy, at least until the house was sold, and Cathy was arranging for a posse of people to help her move her stuff over the coming weekend, she was still troubled.

Which was a shame because Yvonne had put her in one of the best rooms and the bed was gloriously comfortable.

She tossed and turned for hours and eventually she gave up trying and after watching TV and drinking a couple of cups of tea she decided to go to the pool for a swim.

 

It was 5 am as she walked toward the pool and she was chastising herself for being so stupid in not seeing through Peter’s lies, five bloody years he had lied to her, and if he lied about that then what else was he hiding.

She didn’t feel any guilt over her deception because it was her job and she wasn’t doing it for sexual gratification she was doing it to earn extra money in order that “they” would have a better standard of living and a better future.

 

She thought an early morning swim would relax her and the earliness of the hour meant she would be able to do a few lengths of the pool with no one else around to ask her if she was alright every five minutes.

 

She went to the office first and borrowed a one piece bathing costume, a towel and some goggles, her eyes were red enough from all the crying without the added irritation of chlorine.

 

Once she was equipped Lucy made her way to the changing rooms which were part of a very modern facility with modern unisex changing rooms which serviced the swimming pool, saunas, steam rooms and massage suites.

There were two long rows of cubicles’ either side of a central aisle and the two rows were flanked by lockers.

 

She turned on the lights and walked down the aisle and selected a cubicle at the far end of the row and quickly got undressed.

Lucy liked unisex changing rooms and as she stood there naked she suddenly felt excited.

She liked the idea that when she was naked in a cubicle there was only an inch of MDF separating her from some naked man drying his cock.

But of course that didn’t apply at 5 am but it excited her nonetheless, but then she heard something so she quickly put on her costume.

 

Callum was also up bright and early but for very different reasons.

He had been struck down the previous afternoon with a severe Migraine, and it was so bad that he also had had to stay at the Hotel, albeit in a darkened room sleeping off his uninvited malady. 

 

As a result he was the only one at the House of Fun who was completely unaware of what had gone on the night before, which was probably just as well because had he been privy to Lucy’s distress on the previous evening then what was to transpire almost certainly would not have come about.

 

He had slept for 14 hours and awoke muzzy headed and so he went down stairs for a shower, but not any kind of shower, he went down to the sauna suite to use the quenching shower, which when you depressed a pedal on the floor cold water hit you from all directions at once.

After ten minutes under the constant refreshing jets of water he was feeling less disconnected and decided he would go for a swim.

He didn’t have any trunks with him but he thought he’d just swim in the nude, there was no one around to see him, and if someone did happen to catch him swimming naked so what, there weren’t many at the House of Fun who hadn’t already seen his cock.

So he wrapped a towel around his lower half and was singing to himself as he took a short cut through the changing rooms.

 

When Lucy realised who it was she decided to forgo her original plan to have a few lengths of the pool and have a few lengths of Callum instead.

 

Lucy had always fancied Callum and it wasn't long after she and Cathy started working for the House of Fun that Callum fell for her in a big way.

Callum had a heart as big as his other attributes and it was full of love for her, and fact he said to her at the Christmas party that his cock was available for hire but his heart belonged to Lucy.

Not the most romantic declaration of love she had ever heard but he had been drinking.

But as much as she liked Callum, it could only been as a friend, her heart had very definitely belonged to her childhood sweetheart, Peter, and she couldn’t see that changing and they were due to marry later that year.

But things had changed, she had kicked Peter into touch and the wedding was off and she could now indulge herself.

 

Lucy stood in the cubicle and waited until she heard him getting closer and closer and his footfalls grew louder and louder until they were almost outside the door, the anticipation was making her quite wet knowing that big hearted Callum was only a few yards away and she was only minutes away from getting to grips with his legendary cock.

It wasn’t just the anticipation of course she had seen him in action on many occasions from the voyeur rooms.

But whether it was just anticipation of Callum’s arrival or a sensual recollection of his performances it left a damp patch on the front of her swimsuit.

She left it for a moment or two, listening intently to detect any further hint of movement and when she thought she could hear him close to the cubicle door she opened it and found she had timed it to perfection as Callum was right there wearing a towel wrapped around him.

“Hello Callum” she said

He was speechless when he saw the gorgeous, stunningly attractive, sweet natured girl that he loved dressed in a black swimsuit.

He was used to seeing her in black, but she was normally beating seven bells out of someone in the S & M rooms.

But that was Wynona Whiplash and the girl stood before him, the girl he was in love with was the kind and gentle Lucy Thomas.

It had always been an unrequited love because he knew her heart belonged to another, her fiancé Peter, but it was a resolute love nonetheless and Callum continued to carry the torch.

“Lucy” he said, when he could eventually speak but as he looked at her he realised that her eyes were staring straight at the bulge beneath his towel.

“I’m glad I bumped into you,” she said

“Me too” he concurred as he cast an appreciative eye over her swim-suited figure and thought he detected a damp patch between her thighs, but before he had time to digest what he was seeing she pulled him into the cubicle and closed the door.

Lucy was tall and slender with nice long legs, and she immediately took the initiative and pulled down the front of her costume and uncovered her cute small, but beautifully pert breasts, before releasing his towel and roughly grasping his big cock. 

 

It was 5am and Callum thought that there had been a surprising turn of events, he was in a cubicle in the changing rooms with the girl of his dreams bare chested and holding his cock.

It was a situation that Lucy had clearly decided to take full advantage of their chance meeting and he had no intention of preventing her. 

So he feasted his eyes on her beautiful firm round breasts which were on fully on display, which she made no move to cover up.

“So what do you want to do now?” he asked as she continued to tug on him.

Lucy let go of his erection long enough to completely remove her costume.

“Everything” she replied and took hold of his cock again.

“Are you sure?” he asked her

“Oh yes Callum” she replied and kissed him.

“What about Peter?” he said between kisses

“Peter is history” She replied and kissed him again so he couldn’t speak again.

The moment their lips touched she locked onto his mouth like a limpet while she still had a meaningful grip on his cock and then she hooked her other arm around his neck in a vice like grip while the warm liquid kiss with hot tongues of passion continued.

Callum’s hands caressed up and down her skinny frame repeatedly ending up on her tight little buttocks until she pushed him backwards so he had to sit down on the little bench.

Lucy stood above him, kissing down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of his mouth, lips still locked limpet like on his, nostrils flared and snorting in air as his hands continued their travels up and down her rear aspect.

But he knew all the interesting stuff was at the front of her gorgeous body so he steered her skinny frame until it was in a position where he could sit her down on his lap.

And the moment her bony little arse made contact with his lap their mouths disengaged briefly and she gave him a toothy smile and locked onto him again.

He had one arm around her shoulder and the opposite hand on her waist, which he slid slowly up to cup her breast and she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled her plump little tit and as he did she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his neck.

He stopped playing with her hardening nipple and moved his playful hand down across Lucy’s belly and her thighs sprang open as his fingers reached the course hair of her Minge.

They briefly dallied on her prominent mound and then slipped into the abyss of her hot, creamy cunny and she let out a little “Hmmm” of pleasure at his touch.

Her face was buried deep in the crook of his neck to stifle any further exclamation, of which there were many as he stroked her gorgeous wet pussy until she came; her thigh’s closing on his hand at the point of climax trapping his fingers between her sticky lips.

But before Callum had time to consider his next move Lucy was up off hip lap in a flash, and pausing only to kick her costume aside, she bent over on the bench opposite him.

 

Lucy was bent over on the bench in front of him in the changing room cubicle her moist pink pussy open like a clamshell before his lustful gaze and she turned and looked over her shoulder wide-eyed and expectant.

She was also wearing a lascivious leer on her usually pretty face so Callum stood up and approached her but she was stooped over too low for him to penetrate her immediately so he reached his big shovel like left hand across her soft belly and gripped her right hip firmly.

She was breathing through her nose in quick short snorts as he lifted her skinny frame off the bench as he brought her inviting pink pussy up to cock height and still gripping her tightly with his left arm he used his right hand to hold his shaft and then he introduced his huge swollen cock to her eager waiting cunny and she moaned loudly as he penetrated her.

“Oh God Callum” she exclaimed through gritted teeth as he thrust all of him deep into her welcoming pussy.

he continued to support her weight with his left arm wrapped around her middle but Lucy obviously felt insecure with her feet off the ground so she planted then firmly on the bench, this enabled her to scrabble her hands up the wall until they grasped the coat hooks which gave her some purchase and enabled her to thrust her juicy cunt onto him.

Lucy began moaning uncontrollably as she repeatedly pumped her pussy on him and her tits were jiggling with an equal lack of control until he took them in hand.

 

Lucy was pumping up and down so fast that one of the coat hooks came away in her hand, but without breaking rhythm she dropped it on the bench with a thump and grabbed the next hook along and she was truly relishing her task as she thrust down on him again and again and with every deep penetration she let out a grunt.

Callum could feel himself on the threshold now and he thought Lucy was almost there too as her head was rolling wildly from side to side until she thrust down on his cock one more time and let out a long piercing moan as she went rigid and came hard and then Callum finished inside her.

They stayed in that position for several minutes, with Callum’s huge cock twitching inside her.

Callum stood like an American quarter back preparing to receive the ball and Lucy squatting down on him and they were both breathing hard and sweating in the warm chlorine scented air.

Lucy was the first to move and as she tried to catch her breath between pants she said

“God I love an early morning swim”

“Me too” Callum said as he pulled his magnificent member slowly out of her causing her to let out a long sigh of satisfaction.

They sat on the bench for a while gathering themselves  and then Lucy put her clothes back on, as he watched libidinously while she redressed her lovely titties before he wrapped the towel around him.

They didn’t bother with a swim, neither of them had got exactly what they went to the pool for but what they got was better by far.

 

When they left the cubicle they shared a soft gentle, affectionate kiss which could so easily have singled a farewell but that particular tender interlude merely preluded a day of vigorous love making in her complimentary suite.

 

 

Thursday, 10 June 2021

YOU CAN RING MY BELL

 

 

Do you like making spoons in bed?
Or do you do it on all fours like beasts
Perhaps in the style of the missionaries
Or does she straddle you like a monkey on a stick?
Is she animated when you're at it?
Thrashing about a lot
Or motionless like a resuscitation doll
Maybe you have her with trembling knees against a wall?
Mounting her roughly from behind
What about the wheelbarrow?
Have you tried that position?
Maybe bondage or spanking is your thing?
Do you play two way family favorites?
Kissing the inside of her milky white thigh
Before drinking from the velvet cup
Does she enjoy performing orally?
Is her behavior quite low, morally
Base and sluttish
Or is she prim and proper
Prudish about being rude-ish

 

Maybe it's not what you do but who you do it with
Vampish or tarty, dumb or smarty
Clear complexioned or spotty
Level headed or dotty
Intelligently spectacled
Scantily clad in edibles
What about role playing and dressing up
Does she wear uniforms of cotton or serge?
And do you dress as a centurion
Or a gladiator
Do you play doctors and nurses?
Or vicars and tarts Master and slave
Butler and parlor maid
Teacher and pupil
Acting out fantasies of filth
Do you do it wearing a hat?
In German helmet and jack boots
Cross dressing perhaps
In a pencil skirt or floral dress
Leather goods or latex or pace
What about toys or sexual aids
No let's not go there
What about swinging do you fancy that?
Arriving in a Porsche and going home in a Passat
Does she need to be of a certain physical type?
To be of the right dimensions?
Or proportions
Tall and pencil thin
Or perhaps pear shaped or round
An hour glass figure
Or a stick thin anorexic
A particular color eyes
Hair, long, short or none at all
Blonde, brunette or red
Body piercing?
A turn on? Or turn off?
Tattoo's like wise
Do you like your beaver wild or tamed?
Does a Brazilian look too much like you need a swipe card?
And if it looks like Adolph Hitler's moustache do you care
When her breasts are released are they like airbags deploying
Or are they small and pert just enough for toying
Are you fussy about her appearance?
Or is a pulse all she needs
Perhaps you're not even that fussy

 

Is she noisy when you're on the nest?
Perhaps that's what you like the best
Once she's warmed up do you make her bellow?
So you have to turn her over and make her bite the pillow?
What about location does it matter where it's done
Do you like it to be a public place?
When she's sitting on your face
Do you like it al fresco in the woods or maybe the park
Or does a dog sniffing your bum put you off your stroke
At someone's party under a pile of coats
At the cinema or theatre
Out back in a dark alley way
In the car? We've all done it there
All around the house in the bathroom and on the stair
Well you can do it in the hall or on the kitchen table
Even on the toilet if she doesn't care
It doesn't matter what you do to ring each others bell
Or where you ring it bloody hell
Just as long as all party's are willing and able
That's the best thing of all and the most important
And the most exiting when she tells you yes

Choice Tales from the Vale – (030) In the Afterglow

 

It was in the late 1980’s when Gordon Cunningham, a Uniform Police Constable in Finchbottom, was on holiday with a group of fellow officers.

They were staying in an apartment on the Island of Andros in the Cyclades chain.

It was a quiet island due to the fact it was a two hour ferry ride from the mainland but Gordon thought it was worth it.

 

The lads had been there for two days when quite by chance they met up with some familiar faces.

A group of girls from the Vale and among them was Jane Hubble a girl he had known since nursery school and one whom he had never looked at twice.

Not that she was unattractive, on the contrary she was lovely but the truth was that he just didn’t like her and never had, and he always believed the feeling was mutual, but as it turned out he was mistaken. 

 

It was a blistering hot day and the rest of his mates were taking the ferry to Tinos to see the monastery, not that they wanted go it was just that they had got involved with a group of girls, Gordon hadn’t got involved with anyone and so didn’t fancy a trip to a monastery so he feigned a headache and cried off.

He was also trying to avoid Jane Hubble who he had manage to bump into more often than he was happy with.

So having her spend the day on an island two hours away would have been a refreshing change.

As it turned out, due to the heat he did develop a headache and went to his room to lay down.

He went straight to sleep and awoke some time afterwards to find someone sucking on his cock.

His first thought was to ask who the hell it was that was performing a very delicious act on him, but that thought was soon overtaken by the one that was just grateful for it, and anyway he got his answer after a few pleasurable minutes when the blonde head that had been performing felacio on him suddenly bobbed up.

“You” he said

“Yes, do you mind?” Jane asked

“Not any more” he replied and with his acquiescence she impaled herself on him and rode him to a shuddering orgasm.

    

Gordon got out of bed and left her sleeping and went to the kitchen to get drinks.

Jane lay serenely in the afterglow, the sweat of earlier passions spent had evaporated and was no more and her tousled blond hair framed a peaceful face with the red glow that had previously graced her cheeks no longer visible.
Her eyes were resting, her mouth open slightly and her full lips still moist, and on her pale smooth skin no hint remained of what had passed.
The contortions of orgasm which were earlier etched into her innocent face lingered no more, but he thought they would soon be present again.
She lay beneath a silken sheet stretched more tightly across her breasts showing them in sharp relief.
The cool evening air from the open window aroused her nipples which then stood proud through the taught silk and she murmured in her sleep and squirmed in unison as her arousal continued elsewhere.
If Gordon did not return to the bed her satisfaction would have to be in her own hands but luckily Gordon did return as he was himself aroused.

Wednesday, 9 June 2021

THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT MARY

 


My sister in law Mary though twenty three
Suffered from a kind of delinquency
She always caused her poor Mum a fuss
And then she had to come to live with us
For weeks she made our life a hell
And managed to scare the cat as well
Then one night when my wife was out
Mary suddenly began to scream and shout
The things she said were quite obscene
And I told her how unpleasant she was being
Finally my patience with her was finished
And I decided that she must be punished
I grabbed her and bent her across my knee
And smacked her arse one, two, three,
She laughed and said “that didn’t hurt”
So I held her tight and pulled up her skirt
I held her tight bent across my knee
And smacked her arse one, two, three,
“My Mum’s smacks were harder than yours”
So I held her tight and pulled down her drawers
I held her still bent across my knee
And smacked her bare arse one, two, three,
She said nothing and just murmured a sigh
Mary was enjoying this as much as I
I told her what a naughty girl she had been
And she was the naughtiest girl I’d ever seen
And held her gently bent across my knee
And smacked her bare arse one, two, three,
She squirmed and wriggled on my knee
Feeling my hard cock against her belly
I looked down at her round full cheeks
Round and white now with red streaks
Red where I had spanked her bare flesh
Where I would gladly spank Mary afresh
I gently caressed her round full cheeks
My fingers stroking the vivid red streaks
And I watched her laying across me there
As my hands traced the fullness of her
From her cheeks to the top of her thigh
Then she squirmed and let out another sigh
I had decided what I was going to do
And I knew that she wanted me to
As my fingers explored her inner thigh
She tensed and let out an involuntary cry
I felt her course hairs on my finger tips
Then left her lush bush to find her lips
My fingers parted her labia and she moaned
My forefinger entered and she groaned
I explored her creamy wetness eagerly
And worked at her hot pussy rhythmically
Each stroke brought another moan from her
And rubbing her clit brought yet another
Faster and faster and I felt her body spasm
As I brought her quickly to an orgasm
She purred like a cat as she lay across my lap
Then my cock twitched and gave her belly a tap
She climbed off my lap without looking at me
And bent over the coffee table invitingly
I looked at her pussy inviting me to enter
I got out my cock and knelt down behind her
My hands slid from her buttocks up to her hips
And my swollen throbbing cock parted her lips
Mary was wet and warm and welcomed me in
And she moaned loudly as I broke her hymen
I thrust deep into her still holding her hips
Then as I got going I fondled her tits
Soon her body shuddered in her orgasm
And she moaned as she felt my cock spasm
When I withdrew from her tight pussy
She sighed then turned to look at me
She pulled herself up then turned round
And sat on the table and looked at the ground
I stood up before her with a semi erection
And pulled her head toward its direction
Her mouth enveloped my cock readily
And she went about my shaft eagerly
With the rhythm building to a crescendo
I was getting close to shooting my load
Before I came in her mouth I withdrew
She would suck me dry another day I knew
I stepped back and told her to undress
She did so effortlessly and with finesse
When she stood before me with all to see
I let go of my cock and made her undress me
When we were both naked we caressed
And for the very first time we kissed
Then employing the coffee table again
I lay her on her back to mount a new campaign
I fingered her Minge a little to lubricate
Then knelt at the tables end to penetrate
She eagerly accepted my cock once more
As I thrust into the cunt of my sister in law
I squeezed her arse and fondled her breasts
And I humped and pumped her on her nest
Then her body shuddered in her orgasm
And she moaned as she felt my cock spasm
I drew out my shaft from its wet sheath
And stood to look down at her body beneath
From her full breasts to her triangle of sable
And thought I never liked that coffee table
I would never view it in quite the same way
After what I did to Mary on it that day
After I had spanked her and wanked her
And had debagged her and shagged her
Before I had her undressed and caressed her
Where I was sucked by her before I fucked her
My sister in law Mary though twenty three
No longer suffers from a kind of delinquency
However her behavior leaves me unimpressed
And I still tell her that she is the naughtiest
And that she only has her self to thank
So she pulls down her knickers to get a spank

Tuesday, 8 June 2021

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (04) The Customer is Always Right

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.

Patrons stayed at the Hotel for varying durations while taking their particular pleasures while other were walk-ins.

Some were only occasional visitors, dabblers in the delights or even one timers but the majority were frequent flyers on Yvonne’s 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 etc. 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 realized just how many foot freaks there were in Downshire.

 

Then there was Callum McDonnell, the 6ft 4 inch former Hotel gardener, 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 physically fit, but mainly it was 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.

 

Because he was in such great demand he had made a great deal of money while enjoying himself in the process.

As liberal as Yvonne was and as willing as she was to accommodate the punters requests she didn’t encourage sex between her staff and the customers, it 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 and any financial arrangement made was nothing to do with the House.

 

His popularity brought about a great change in his fortunes and he never turned anyone down even the unpleasant ones.

But he would only have to do it for a short while longer until he paid off his mortgage and then he would pick and choose from his list of clients which ones he would enjoy.

One of those that certainly wouldn’t make the list was Lady Carissa Hamilton-Wilkes, an attractive woman, tall and slender in her early thirties whose beauty was only matched by her arrogance.

 

It was Saturday morning and July had arrived and furthermore it had delivered a very hot day, the hottest day of the year so far and Callum was hot and bothered.

He was in a really bad mood, for several reasons, one of which was because he had a fender bender on his way to work.

This he found particularly irksome, firstly because he had only had the car for three weeks and secondly because it was his fault because his mind was elsewhere, as it often was.

 

The transition from Spa Hotel to Sin Palace happened as a direct result of Yvonne’s efforts to increase the numbers using the Spa, even a small increase in trade would have been beneficial to a struggling business.

So in an attempt to boost visitors 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 a restaurant.

And the response to the advertisement was 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, verging on the genius even, and it looked to all the world that it was destined to save the business.

Things were going so well in fact, that 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 consumed 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.

The bride to be was Cathy Ridge and her maid of honour was Lucy Thomas and they were the undoubted stars of the infamous Stag/Hen orgy night.

Neither wedding subsequently took place and Cathy and Lucy, were now two of Yvonne’s 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.

 

It wasn't long after the two girls started working for the House of Fun that Callum McDonnell fell for Lucy hook line and sinker.

He thought she was gorgeous, stunningly attractive and with a very sweet nature, when she wasn't beating seven bells out of someone in the S & M rooms of course.

But it wasn't Wynona Whiplash that he was in love with it was the kind and gentle Lucy Thomas.

Unfortunately, his love for her was unrequited and her heart belonged to another, her fiancé Peter.

 

Callum walked into reception and at once spotted Carissa Hamilton-Wilkes sitting in one of the luxurious armchairs wearing a tailored business suit and spectacles she was a very pretty young woman a year or two older than he was.

And he thought if he hadn’t known her she would definitely be on his “yes I would” list.

But he did know her and he didn’t like her,

She was a snooty cow who thought her money could buy her anything, which of course it did.

When he told Yvonne he didn’t like her and asked if she would assign her give her to someone else she said

“The customer is always right, but if you don’t like her charge her double”

So that was what he did.

Carissa stood up when she saw him approaching and offered her hand to him in greeting accompanied with a broad smile and a hearty hello and he accepted them reluctantly.

Her hand was soft and smooth like silk and she gripped Callum’s firmly and in his large paw her little hand was almost like that of a child.
He apologized for his tardiness but she brushed it off, pleasantries were exchanged and then she turned away and he let her lead the way.


He followed her exotic heady fragrance, doubtless very expensive, out through the door and down along the corridor and as he followed he studied her form and he thought that he should have been admiring of its perfection.
He had admired her rather delightful arse once before when she first frequented the House of Fun but that was before he got to know her.

As she strode down the corridor her straight brown hair cascaded onto her shoulders and danced softly there in time with her movement.

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

Her pert round buttocks contained within the tailored skirt were quite hypnotic and her shapely legs clad in black stockings, if he wasn’t mistaken, and the ensemble was finished off with four-inch heels.

To be honest his huge cock should have been throbbing at the prospect of nailing a class “A” piece of posh tottie, but he was as limp as lettuce.

After following Carissa down that corridor he should have been loaded and ready to fire.

He would have to do something to get the old chap to rise to the occasion she was after all paying a lot of money for his services to service her.

Her wonderful plummy tones accompanied him all the way down the corridor, normally a posh voice was a huge turn on for him, but with her it was like nails scraping on a blackboard.

 

They finally arrived at their destination which was a small meeting room, very plush all wood paneling and leather upholstery where the action was supposed to take place and he was still flaccid.

“I’ll leave you for a while to get settled” he said

“Oh ok” she replied and he closed the door.

She was a real looker and had a great body but she was just so obnoxious, so he went into the nearest voyeur room and luckily found Claire and Kelly double teaming a Vicar’s Wife and he was suitably aroused, he just hoped that the image of his two favourite lesbians in action would be enough to sustain him thru his ordeal with Carissa.

 

Callum left the voyeur room after watching Claire and Kelly take turns noshing off a Vicars Wife and was suitably aroused he just hoped that the image of his two favourite lesbians in action would be enough to sustain him thru his ordeal with Carissa.

 

He returned to the room and walked inside and saw she had put her briefcase down on the desk and she was standing at the other end of the room and just as he looked towards her she drew back the blind and the sunlight spilled through the window and illuminated her form through the white silk, the sudden transparency left nothing at all to the imagination but just to make sure he hadn’t missed anything she turned first left then right which caused the illumination of her fine unrestrained breasts perfectly.

All the while her floor show was going on she carried on chatting in her rich plummy tones which grated on him less than before and he was managing to maintain his erection but mainly because he was imagining that the woman he was watching was Lucy.

His cock might be available for hire but his heart belonged to Lucy.

Carissa closed the blind again clearly delighted with the effect she had achieved and walked towards him quite deliberately catching the vent of her skirt momentarily on the edge of the desk showing a tantalizing glimpse of her stocking top, confirming his earlier suspicions.

She of course didn’t realize who he was seeing when he was looking at her.

Carissa walked behind the chair he was sitting in and when she reappeared she was minus her skirt and her blouse was unbuttoned.

He gave her a good look over and his final appraisal was one of disappointment.

White silk blouse and no bra, there was nothing wrong with that, she had great tits, and he hadn’t seen them before, the four-inch heels and black stockings, very nice indeed, but they were hold ups, stockings should go with suspenders.

He then noticed, as she moved around in front of him and the unbuttoned silk blouse wafted open, and he noticed two things, which would have been major point droppers if he actually fancied her.

First she had a flower tattoo on her hip, desecration as far as he was concerned and second she had trimmed her bush to leave a small square of hair above her mound which quite frankly looked like Adolph Hitler’s moustache.

She sat down facing him, perching on his knees, with her legs astride him.

Then she unzipped his fly and tugged out his huge cock, which she toyed with roughly and said

“Touch me Callum,”

That was another reason he didn’t like her, she was a giver of instructions, but he roughly frigged her pussy anyway and more surprisingly he tried to kiss her.

“No don’t kiss me,” she said which really pissed him off, because he liked kissing, even though he didn’t really want to kiss her at all.

“Rub me Callum,” she ordered

“Rub me hard”

This went on for a while, he couldn’t say how long it was exactly but it was all a bit tedious really.

Then she got up and took off her blouse and opened her briefcase and took out some ribbons and handed them to him and said

“Restrain me Callum, tie me down and punish me”

 

“Restrain me Callum, tie me down and punish me”

“Oh God” he said to himself “More bloody orders”

Callum wasn’t really a game player, he liked uniforms and sexy underwear, those kind of titillations but basically he was a man of simple tastes, a meat and potatoes kind of guy to be truthful, he liked a bit of tenderness, some foreplay and then bang.

So he grabbed her arm and marched her behind one of the leather chairs.

“Oh yes be rough with me Callum”

The bloody orders were really beginning to get on his nerves, he really didn’t like being given instructions.

So quite violently he tipped her forwards over the back of the leather chair so she pivoted on it at the waist, then he quickly tied her wrists very tightly to the chairs front legs.

That was when he noticed another tattoo, this time a red rose on the cheek of her arse and he tutted.

Her magnificent long stocking sheathed legs were left dangling over the chair back and didn’t even reach the floor.

So he yanked her shoes off and threw them across the room then he tied her legs, one at a time by the ankles, to the chairs back legs resulting in restricting her movement and pulling her cunny open at the same time.

With it being such a hot day, and with the room being very stuffy, and as he was about to get physical he decided he should get naked as well.

He looked at her bent over the chair and she looked nicely moist and for a moment he thought about noshing her, he liked a good nosh on a ripe pussy but he kept noticing her “tash” and that put him right off again.

So he slapped her arse instead which made a very satisfactory sound and left a lovely bright red handprint.

“Oh yes punish me Callum”

So he slapped her again

“Oh yes spank me Callum”

Slap, slap

“Spank me harder”

Slap, slap

“Spank me faster”

SLAP

“That’s it” He shouted and walked round and grabbed her by the hair pulling her head up so she could see him.

“Shut up with the fucking instructions,” he said and then he stuck his cock in her mouth.

“Chomp on that for a bit and give my ears a rest”

It crossed his mind to just fuck her in the skull and get out of there, but instead he withdrew from her mouth and he heard her slurp and then he saw her dribbled some saliva on the floor.

“You dirty snooty cow” he said

“Yes I am dirty Callum” she said, “Punish me, punish the dirty snooty cow”

The posh plummy tones of her voice, which he found so very seductive from any other woman, were now getting right on his tits.

So he went back in her mouth again and gave her five good deep-throated lengths.

He pulled it out of her gob again and she slurped and dribbled again and he went back behind her and pushed two fingers into her cunny and frigged her quite savagely.

“Spank me Callum,” she begged

“Spank me”

God almighty would she never get the fucking message?

Then he had an idea so he got two fingers well and truly greased up with her cum and then he screwed both fingers up her anus and she let out a sharp yell when they first went into her hole but then she was just panting through clenched teeth as he frigged het arse.

“Try barking out your orders through gritted teeth Carissa darling”.

 

While Callum frigged her arse hole with two fingers of his right hand he inserted two fingers of his left up her cunny.

While all that was happening his thoughts began to wander and he thought he would definitely need to employ the nailbrush when he finished, but he was snapped back to the moment because he thought that she was having a fit or something.

She was arching her back, as much as the restraints would allow, her long legs were jerking, her whole body was drenched in sweat and she was almost howling like a wolf through her gritted teeth.
He redoubled his efforts on her behalf and he frigged her harder and harder and rougher and rougher.

Then she did something he had never been a party to before, he’d heard about it, it happened a lot in the wet rooms, but he’d never actually seen it for himself.

Carissa squirted, in fact she squirted rather a lot, and it came out of her like a jet from a fountain and her cunny looked like the Mannequin Pis.

So he withdrew from both orifices as she continued dripping her juices onto the carpet and as he looked on he thought to himself

“Yvonne is not going to be happy about this”

And then she started again

“Oh Callum that was wonderful”

“Now do this”

“Now do that”

First of all he picked up her grey skirt and wiped his dirty greasy fingers very thoroughly on the front of it where it would definitely show and then he went to the desk, picked up her briefcase and emptied its contents all over the table.

“What are you doing?” she yelled “You mustn’t go in there that’s private”

“For fuck sake shut up” Callum yelled back and he examined the briefcases contents after he had dropped them on the table and found that there were some assorted papers, a pair of flat shoes, black, a pair of expensive tights, black, slightly soiled, a white bra, lacy, and a pair of knickers, black silk, heavily soiled.

He picked up the tights while she was still bleating on about him invading her privacy.

He grabbed her by the hair again and said

“You need to stop giving me instructions ok?”

She nodded

“Now I just made you squirt like a fucking fountain” he added

“You have never done that before have you?”

She shook her head

“So why in the name of Venus would I need you to tell me what to do?”

“Sorry Callum” she said

“Right, open your mouth wide”

She quickly obliged expecting him to give her his cock again but instead he poked the soiled gusset of her tights in her mouth and gagged her, tying the legs behind her head in a bow, then he picked up one of the flat shoes and right in front of her face smacked in hard on his palm, and her eyes widened like saucers and then he returned to her arse end and with the shoe in his right hand he went to work.

 

He poked the soiled gusset of her tights in her mouth and gagged her, tying the legs behind her head in a bow, then he picked up one of the flat shoes and right in front of her face smacked in hard on his palm, and her eyes widened like saucers and then he returned to her arse end and with the shoe in his right hand he went to work.

“No kissing,” he said and whack, the shoe struck her buttock

“I like kissing”

Whack

“A white bra”

Whack

“With black knickers”

Whack

“Unforgivable”

Whack

“You’re a posh bird but you have no class”

Whack

“A tattoo on your hip”

Whack

“A tattoo on your arse”

Whack

“That’s desecration of a great body”

Whack

“Trimming your bush”

Whack

“Pubes”

Whack

“Trimmed”

Whack

“To look”

Whack

“Like Adolph Hitler’s top lip”

Whack

“Either grow it, Or wax it”

Whack, whack

He was sure to spread his blows to ensure the colour and pain where well distributed across the entire landscape of her buttocks

“Hold ups”

Whack

“No suspenders”

Whack

He paused

“Seriously, you do the stockings which look great on your fabulous legs but then you decide on taking a short cut, talk about spoiling the ship for a ha’porth of tar”

“And the constant bloody orders, do this Callum, do that Callum” Whack, whack, whack

And then she came, though she didn’t squirt this time but she was definitely oozing.

He could tell that at that point he was not intoxicated by her sweet perfume or enveloped in her intoxicating scent.

There was a fragrance lingering but it was not something you’d want to put behind your ears.

Carissa had come and then some, it was now time for him to empty his sac, the brutal punishment of the stuck up bitch had left him with a bit of a ball ache and a decent erection so he just plugged his sizable cock into her oozing minge and fucked her hard.

Banging her harder and harder until the chair moved, he wasn’t worried about satisfying her he just wanted to fuck her until he shot his load and when he was on the very precipice of ejaculation he pulled out of her slobbering cunny and he shot his load all over her purple buttocks.

Callum was panting quite hard and leant against the wall momentarily to catch his breath and he could see his cum dripping off her blooming cheeks and dribbling down her stockings.

He smiled to himself as he looked at Lady Carissa Hamilton-Wilkes who looked so classy when she walked in to the room who was now draped over the chair looking like a chavvy slag.

He picked up her pristine white silk blouse and wiped his cock and balls on it and discarded it again then he got dressed and left Carissa lying sluttishly bent over the chair and left the room, he didn’t even untie the ribbons binding her wrists and ankles.

Then he slapped her hard on the arse one more time and left the room.

 

But as soon as he got out into the hall he wondered if he had gone too far and that worry was clearly apparent in his face because when he met Yvonne coming the other way she asked with concern

“Is everything ok?” 

“I don’t know, I think I might have gone too far” he replied

“Ok go and wait in the office” Yvonne said

 

Yvonne couldn’t imagine what she was going to find when she opened the door, after all Callum was supposed to punish and fuck Lady Carissa but he said he’d gone too far, and that could mean absolutely anything.

So it was with some trepidation that she opened the door.

“Good God” she though when she opened the door just enough to see in and then she closed it again.

Yvonne then had a thought and opened the door again just enough to take a few snapshots on her phone of her sopping, spent form draped over the leather chair like a slutty rag doll, to share with the staff.

She took a deep breath and threw open the door and marched into the room,

“Well Lady Carissa it looks like you’ve been having fun” she said and grimaced as she noticed the wet patch on the carpet.

“I hope everything was satisfactory” she added and untied her gag.

 

Normally after a good session Callum felt ten feet tall, and there were often various aspects of a carnal event that lived long in the memory or more precisely the wank bank, to be recalled on those occasions when you need to relieve yourself, and however much he disliked Lady Carissa that days encounter and for the most part would not be remembered fondly the squirting couldn’t fail to make the wank bank.

 

The longer Callum sat in Yvonne’s office the more worried he became that he really had gone too far.

Carissa clearly liked it rough and she had kept egging him on,

“Punish me Callum”

“Spank me Callum”

“Spank me harder”

“Spank me faster”

“I’m dirty Callum, Punish me”

Yvonne always said “The Customer was Always Right” and so he was just doing as he was told.

But he still felt guilty he had been quite savage with her, quite bestial, and what made it worse was that he was getting aroused by the thought of what he did.

 

He was internally chastising himself and his appendage for its bad taste when the door opened and Yvonne walked in.

“Well?” he asked with concern

“She’s fine, Brenda’s taken her to the massage and sauna suite for some pampering”

“But what did she say?” he asked

“That it was the best yet” Yvonne replied

“What?”

“She loved it” Yvonne said “and she wants to do it like that again”

“Oh I don’t know about that” Callum said

“And she doesn’t what you to hold back next time”

“I don’t think there should be a next time” Callum said

“That’s a shame” Yvonne said “She’ll pay treble”

“Treble what?”

“Treble whatever you charged her this time, which I’m guessing is a lot as you don’t like her” Yvonne surmised

“And she’s really ok?”

“Yes, mind you she’s moving very gingerly, what did you stick up her arse? No don’t tell me I don’t want to know” she said and chuckled “The poor cow can hardly walk”

“So I’m not in trouble?” he asked as he stood by the door

“No of course not” she said “But you will be if you don’t put towels down next time, the dirty cow’s ruined the carpet”

 

Later that evening as he sat in the staff lounge waiting for his next victim his phone buzzed, he picked it up and saw that he had a voice mail, so he selected “listen now”.

“Callum, Carissa Hamilton-Wilkes here, just wanted to touch base with you, that was the best sex I’ve ever had and I’m still cumming”