Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (06) Coming of Age

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 but 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 and she was correct in part at least.

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.

 

Lucy Thomas remained engaged to her Childhood sweetheart, 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.

She decided not to tell him the truth because 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 and her best friend were its star attractions.

The financial rewards were far superior, which didn’t hurt but it was the job satisfaction that pleased Cathy and Lucy.

 

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, but she was still hopeful that she would still meet the man who would quicken her pulse and get her damp.   

However the events which led to that happening came about after Lucy discovered the man she was punishing was her fiancé Peter.

 

Lucy went berserk and beat him bloody before she dumped him.

Cathy had made a lot of friends at the House of Fun and all the employees were like a family so when one was hurt the others all rallied round.

 

Lucy was very upset by events so Yvonne put her up in a suite in the Hotel for a few days.

However despite being consoled by all her friends it was her chief admirer, Callum McDonnell, the 6ft 4 inch former Hotel gardener, gently spoken, good looking and very muscular who was most consulate.

Callum was 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.

 

But at 5am the morning after the upset his shovel like hands were well employed as he consoled her with his huge cock in the swimming pool changing rooms.

 

Since that early morning shag they had spent all their spare time together which left Cathy to feel her singlehood rather more acutely than she had before.

 

After all of Lucy’s upset she needed somewhere to stay while the split with Peter was finalized and the house was sold so with Cathy being her best friend it was a no brainer because she lived alone in a five bedroom house and with no significant other on the horizon, so she said

“Come and live with me”

Not that she saw much more of her outside work than she did before but that was only because she was all loved up.

 

But it wasn't long after Lucy began receiving regular and generous portions of Cullum’s attentions that Tom Rowlands started working for the House of Fun and Cathy fell for him hook line and sinker.

She thought he was gorgeous, tall dark and handsome with a really warm smile, but after three weeks she was getting nowhere and beat seven bells out of her punters in the S & M rooms to get rid of her frustrations.

 

Cathy’s alter ego, Spanking Sadie worked the S & M rooms with her friend Lucy, Wynona Whiplash, 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 and they were all feeling her tension.

But “Sadie” may have released her tensions but it wasn’t scratching her itch, so until she could get Tom to shag her she had to make do watching him in action from the voyeur rooms wetting her fingers in the darkness as she watched some lucky cow getting what she wanted.

But she didn’t restrict her masturbations to Tom Rowlands performances she also liked to watch Claire and her girlfriend Kelly in action either in a spanking session on taking turns noshing off a Vicars Wife.

After a month of pleasuring herself in the darkness as Tom Rowlands spanked and wanked someone in the roleplay rooms there was a change in her fortunes in the shape of a young heiress, Michele DeWerth.

She was the only child of a wealthy Downshire couple with far more money than sense, and they had passed a great deal of it onto Michele in the form of a trust fund which came into effect on the occasion of her 21^st birthday a month earlier.

More importantly along with her trust fund came her independence and the financial means to do things that her parents really wouldn’t have approved of in anyway.

And it was that new found independence that brought her to Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun to indulge all of her nasty fantasies.

For her 21^st birthday itself her parents flew her to America in a private jet to go on a riding holiday in Colorado.

She was a pretty girl, only a tiny little thing, with short blonde hair and a sweet smile which belied the wicked thought of lust which filled her head.

But sitting astride a great Honey coloured colt in North America it was to be the only thing between her legs beside her own fingers for the entire holiday and she was determined on her return to Downshire to rectify that situation without delay.

Which was why her first port of call was the House of fun.

 

On returning home to Downshire from her pleasant yet sexually frustrating North American Riding holiday, the first thing she did was phone the Spa and book herself in for a three day shagathon.

 

She had spent many hours on her holidays either while in the saddle or more often beneath the duvet dreaming of the things she wanted done to her, which culminated in her fingering away her sexually frustrations.

Michele even flicked herself off in the toilet on the flight home while her parents slept, but as the plane landed she was still feeling really horny.

 

The drive to the family home in Tipton seems to take forever, it was both long and uncomfortable, the former due to the horrendous rush hour traffic and latter because of her wet knickers.

So she thought, rightly or wrongly, the best course of action was to make her way to Pangmere as soon as was humanly possible and indulge in some youthful delights.

 

Almost as soon as they arrived home she was off again, she just took a little time to freshen up, change her pants and throw a few clothes into a bag and then off she went again.

 

As she drove through the Downshire country side her thoughts were far removed from her appreciation of her beautiful surroundings in fact they were extremely lurid and resulted in the soiling of another pair of knickers, she would very soon run out of clean ones, still she didn’t plan on wearing pants very much for the next few days.

 

She was not inexperienced sexually, though she was not as well versed in the carnal arts as she would have liked and those experiences she had sampled had not really cut the mustard which was why she wanted to try the play rooms at the House of Fun.

 

Just before she set off from her home in Tipton she phoned ahead to say she was coming and what time she thought she would arrive.

“I would like to start as soon as possible” she said “Very soon”

“No problem” Agnes the receptionist replied “Did you decide which package you wanted?”

“Oh yes” Michele replied triumphantly “Number 11”

“That a very good choice” Agnes said “We will see you soon”

 

Package 11 was one of the play room scenarios involving spanking, wanking and full penetration in one of the special play rooms “The Stables”.

As soon as Agnes hung up she checked the availability of the “Stable” rooms on the computer and found one of them was still free so she booked it in the name of Michele DeWerth.

After that she check who was on duty and assigned Tom Rowlands to tend to Michele’s needs.

He was perfect for the Role playing rooms as before he turned his hand to the sex trade he was an actor, and that was the key component, acting.

 

But she couldn’t see anyone who could play the gooseberry which was a problem.  

The “Gooseberry” was important for first timers, especially young women, just to make sure no boundaries’ were crossed and that the safe words were observed, and that the girl didn’t do more than she wanted to do. 

Agnes was left with no alternative but to refer it to Yvonne. 

 

Yvonne walked into the staff room in her customary mode of dress, skirt, top, stockings and no knickers.

She enjoyed walking around the hotel without her knickers, especially when meeting important people, and even more so when she was suitably moistened by a good shag or on that occasion the thoughts of a good shag.

She had taken to doing it very soon after the House of Fun got going and it made her feel very sexy.

On that day as she walked into the room her lips were still sticky from having rubbed herself off in the darkness as she watched her two most enthusiastic girls Claire and Kelly double teaming a headmistress from Childean.

There were a handful of staff in the room and among their number was Tom Rowlands.

“Ah Tom” she said “I think we will have to cancel your outing in the Stable”

“Really? Why? What’s the problem?” he asked

“We don’t have a Gooseberry I’m afraid” she replied

Reading a magazine at the back of the room was Cathy Ridge and her ears pricked up.

She thought that could be her chance to get up close and personal with Tom.

“I can do it” Cathy said

“Thank you Cathy” Yvonne said “But it’s not really your bag”

“I do have more than one string to my bow” Cathy said

“I don’t know” Yvonne retorted “What do you think Tom?”

“I don’t see why not” he replied and smiled at Cathy.

Yvonne thought about it for a moment and looked from Cathy and Tom and back again, and although she thought she might be opening Pandora’s Box putting the pair of them together she said

“Ok, but you need to get changed, this isn’t a job Sadie, wear something more appropriate to the brief”

 

Cathy went to the costume department where Yvonne’s niece Lesley worked and she kitted Cathy out in an outfit suitable for the stable scenario.

Bib and brace dungarees over a white t-shirt and big blue knickers and wellington boots on her feet.

 

When Michele arrived at the Hotel she went straight to reception and spoke to Agnes who then proceeded to check her in.

After the process was complete and payments were taken Michele went upstairs to her room and dropped off her bags and immediately returned to reception where Agnes called over one of the support staff, Emily Riley, a sweet young girl of five foot nothing with and an angelic countenance, who was to take her to the play room.

“Do you need an outfit?” Emily asked “I can take you up to the costume department” 

“No I’m fine I already have something with me” Michele replied

“Ok then I’ll take you straight to the fun place” Emily said

“Oh yes please” she replied “I can’t wait”

“Is this your first time here?” Emily asked

“Is it that obvious?”

“Yes” Emily replied “You’ll be different next time”

“What if there isn’t a next time?” Michele asked

“Everyone always comes back” she replied and then held the door open and Michele stepped inside and got ready for action.

 

Tom was looking forward to his afternoon’s work, and the addition of the lovely Cathy, who he had been hoping to get to know better, added a little spice to proceedings.

He and Cathy got to the room and he pushed it open and walked inside and Cathy followed him but secreted herself out of sight. 

“Hello” he called as the door opened.

And inside he found Michele DeWerth in the stable grooming her horse, not a real one as Yvonne wouldn’t allow animals on the premises, wearing only a baggy sweater and riding boots.

“Oh” she gasped “Tom”

“And what are you up to today?” he asked as he gave her a thorough appraisal

“I’m not doing anything wrong” she said defensively “honestly Tom”

“Really?” he quizzed “You do have a history of naughtiness”

Michele got anxious and tried to quickly defend herself talking rapidly.

“We got caught out in the rain and my shirt and jodhpurs got wet so I’m drying them on the heater and this is the only dry thing I had to wear” Michele said and she was almost breathless when she finished

“Are you sure that it was the rain that wet your jodhpurs?” he asked “and not your dirty thoughts”

“No it was the rain” she said coyly and blushed deeply and then almost as an afterthought she added.

“Honestly Tom, I’m not a dirty girl”

“I think you are very naughty” he said sternly

“I’m not Tom I’m really not” she said very childlike

“So you haven’t done anything that deserves a spanking then?” He asked and there was a pause

“Well I’ve been a little bit naughty” she said coyly

There were hay bales stacked against the wall with horse blankets laying on them so Tom sat down on the hay bale and lay his bag on the floor.

Michele looked coyly in his direction and putting down her curry comb she walked slowly over to him with her head bowed looking at her leather booted feet.

“So you must be the naughtiest girl I’d ever seen?” he asked her

“Yes Tom” she answered quietly and he took her by the hand and bent her across his knee.

Tom pulled the jumper up over her hips and exposed her perfect little buttocks

“I think six of the best for such a naughty girl” he said “And I want you to count”

Then he gave her a firm crisp slap on one cheek

“One” Michele said

Then one on the other cheek

“Two”

Then the first again

“Three”

Then the second

“Four”

Then another crisp slap

“Five”

And a very hard one to finish

“SIX” she yelled as she squirmed on his lap and then let out a long satisfying sigh.

Tom gazed down at his handiwork, looking down at her perfect little cheeks, round and white now blushed with vivid red, and then he allowed his hand to caress the round pert buttocks, his digits stroking the red streaks left by his fingers.

From her perfect, if tarnished cheeks, his fingers traced her delicious shape to the top of her thigh and she squirmed again and let out another languid sigh

Tom craned his neck so he could see as his fingers explored her inner thigh and he felt her tense and she let out an involuntary murmur the moment when his fingertips touched the first wispy pubes of her luscious bush.

 

Michele could feel his fingers explore her inner thigh and she tensed and she let out an involuntary murmur the moment when his fingertips touched the first wispy pubes of her luscious bush and she could feel his swollen cock pressing hard into her belly and as his fingers parted her labia she moaned uncontrollably.

 

Tom elicited the most divine moan from her when he first touched her pussy and when his forefinger entered her she growled and he explored the creamy wetness of her hot pussy.
He worked at her rhythmically and each stroke of her slippery slit brought another exquisite moan from her, and rubbing her clit brought yet another and then he felt her body spasm as she came.

 

As she lay across his lap she was very satisfied with the first part of her fantasy but she was still aware of his cock pressing against her belly so she was confident part two would be equally satisfying.

Tom looked down at the naughty little kitten purring like a cat as she lay across his lap and he was very much enjoying the moment and trying to decide how he would enjoy her some more when she was suddenly startled and quickly climbed off his lap then stared intently at the door.

Tom turned and looked as well and saw Cathy standing in the doorway looking altogether flustered.

 

Cathy was only supposed to be the “Gooseberry” and observe proceedings and ensure that no abuse took place, but at the point she was spotted by Michele she was not in the least bit worried about impartiality or fair play.

All the time she was watching the role play as the beautiful young woman got spanked and wanked Cathy just got hot and wet, very hot and very wet and she didn’t want to just watch anymore.

    

“I think she’s been a naughty girl too” Michele said “she was watching us”

“Really?” he said to Cathy and she nodded in response.

“Well you know what that means” Tom said and Cathy nodded again and quickly kicked off her wellington boots and then almost ran across the stable set and as she stood before Tom she undid her dungarees and they fell to the ground.

He then gestured to her big blue knickers with his eyes, which sported a very large damp patch, and she quickly pulled them down to her knees briefly exposing her beautiful furry bush before launching herself across his knees.

“Can I count Tom” Michele begged as she was sitting a few feet away with her back to the wall.

“Yes” Tom answered “six of the best again I think”

Michele nodded and then he gave a firm crisp slap on Cathy’s right cheek

“One” Michele said

Then on the other cheek

“Two”

Then the right again

“Three”

Then the left

“Four”

Then another crisp slap on the right

“Five” Michele said with glee “now do the next one hard”

So as instructed by Michele Tom gave Cathy a very hard smack to finish.

“SIX” Michele yelled as Cathy squirmed on his lap.

Tom looked down at his handiwork again and held her gently bent across his knee as she squirmed and wriggled on his knee clearly anticipating what was coming next.

Tom’s cock prodded Cathy’s belly as he inspected the red bloom where he had spanked her bare flesh and without pause he instantly sort out her hot little pussy.

He watched her lying across him as his fingers probed at her juicy minge and his experienced digits rubbed and worked on her roughly and her cunny responded with liquid acquiescence.

And as he did Michele leant forward so she could whisper in his ear.

“She’s looking at my nonny”

He looked down at Cathy and through her tousled hair he could see she definitely had her eyes on Michele’s bejeweled prize.

Michele self-consciously pulled her sweater down to cover herself.

“Don’t cover it up” Tom said “open your legs wider, show her a little more”

This was not part of her fantasy but reluctantly Michele obliged and Cathy murmured and sighed

“Cathy likes what she sees” Tom said to her “it’s making her very wet”

“It’s making me wet” Michele admitted as she spread her legs wider still.

It didn’t take long after that to finish Cathy off and after he had brought her to a climax she wriggled off his lap like a fish left high and dry by the tide and headed towards Michele open thighs and her head worked its way up her legs like a pig snuffling for truffles until to both girls satisfaction Cathy found the prized delicacy and feasted on it with relish.

 

Unfortunately Cathy’s spasmodic wriggling on his lap, on top of his already heightened arousal from Michele’s prior performance had unfortunately caused him to cream his pants.

Something that hadn’t happed to him since his teens,

So having tipped his barrow prematurely his further participation was ruled out as he wouldn’t be able to make any meaningful contribution to the proceedings for the next 30 minutes so he left the girls playing together.

 

Tom decided to go to the staff room and wait for his recuperation, where lusty tales from the redoubtable Kelly and her girlfriend Claire began to put lead back in his pencil.

The loading was completed when he returned to the Stable set and discreetly watched Michele and Cathy noshing each other 69 style, then he slipped back out into the corridor again.

 

It was about forty minutes after he first left the girls that he returned to the stable set, just in time to see a red faced Cathy bustle through the doorway and collide with him.

“Oh hello” Cathy said somewhat flustered and as they stood there in close proximity she reached up and kissed him long and slow, her lips tasted of pussy and so did her tongue.

“Must dash” she said abruptly with a giggle “I have to go and punish someone”

 

As Cathy walked away to get ready for her next customer she was feeling very turned on and a little surprised, she had never before been attracted to a girl, but she had been in the stable, she was in fact, obviously, otherwise she wouldn’t have done what she had done or allowed Michele to do it to her.

Cathy had one or two dalliances in her teens but that was only kissing which didn’t lead anywhere.

She was then and always had been very partial to cock and she was still very keen to try Toms and furthermore she was confident he was going to let her, or at least she hoped he would.

 

As Cathy walked away to get ready for her next customer she was feeling very turned on and a little surprised, she had never before been attracted to a girl, but she had been in the stable, she was in fact, obviously, otherwise she wouldn’t have done what she had done or allowed Michele to do it to her.

Cathy had one or two dalliances in her teens but that was only kissing which didn’t lead anywhere.

She was then and always had been very partial to cock and she was still very keen to try Toms and furthermore she was confident he was going to let her, or at least she hoped he would.

 

Tom watched her walk away and then he went through the stable door and saw Michele lying on top of the horse blanket with her eyes closed and a very definite smile on her lips.

But as his curled beast was reawakening he was interested in lips of a different kind.

“Well this time you have definitely been naughty” he said standing over her and she opened her eyes and looked up at him.

“Yes very naughty” she said and the smile turned into a grin.

“But I don’t want another spank” she said quickly as she rose up onto her knees in front of him, Tom inclined his head to kiss her and she obliged him enthusiastically.

Michele’s lips tasted of Cathy, and he suspected they would again sometime soon.

The kiss only lasted seconds as she had eyes only for his belt as she quickly undid the buckle and then equally quickly moved on to his flies,

Once she had pulled the zipper down, Toms trousers and pants quickly followed, then she roughly grabbed hold of his cock.  

“It’s sticky” Michele said and giggled

“It was you and your girlfriend who made it sticky” he said and Michele giggled again and then took his sticky cock in her mouth.

Tom suspected that on that day she had experienced many firsts and he was almost certain she’d never sucked on a cock before, he had been on the receiving end on many occasions and as enthusiastic as she was she was not the most proficient but it was serving its purpose.

When she disengaged her enthusiastic lips from his bell end he sat down on the blanket beside her, his cock standing perpendicularly proud and the dirty little filly took no persuading to climb aboard and at the second attempt her tight pussy lips encased his throbbing cock as her slippery lips slid down to the root of his shaft.

And the satisfying moan that escaped her as she mounted him was such a primeval, sensual sound which made him grow inside her.

Tom made Michele remove her sweater and he saw her glorious little naked body for the first time.

She had beautiful little tits with perfect rose bud nipples which jiggled deliciously and if she was at all self-conscious she didn’t show it as she set about riding him to the finish line.

 

As things progressed with Michele riding on Tom’s cock it was clear that she was losing control, a horse beneath her she could control but she was riding a very different beast and she was not all together in command.

So grasping a divine little cheek in each hand Tom pulled her tightly onto him and rolled her sideways so she was on her back and he was on his knees.

She looked small and delicate on her back, her tits all but disappeared but the soft clear skin led down unblemished to the neat triangle of blonde hair and the narrow trembling hips.

Tom then proceeded to finish what Michele had started but with all the activity on a hay bale, not designed for the purpose it was being employed in, it crumbled and fell to the floor and Michele went along with it.

But undeterred she scrambled to her feet and climbed onto a less used bail and as her pert buttocks waivered before him he plugged into her tight cunny in an instant.

He wasn’t all together sure that that was what she had in mind but she didn’t complain; in fact the only utterances from her were of the animal kind as he toyed with her soft little tits and teased her rosebud nipples and stared at her delightful quivering buttocks as he performed repeated penetrations of her tight cunny until with a girlish scream and a satisfying shudder she came, hard, and Tom gave her two more extremely short strokes and he followed her to the finish line.

 

Reluctantly, Tom withdrew from the comfortable heat of her pussy and she immediately turned around and hugged him.

“Wow” she said panting hard “this is the best birthday treat ever”

It wasn’t actually her birthday but it had come about as a direct result of coming of age and receiving the financial independence to indulge her fantasies but although it wasn’t strictly speaking her birthday it was very much a treat, and one she would be indulging in again and again.

“Happy birthday” Tom said and hugged her back.

 

Tom had redressed and was sitting on the remaining hay bales watching Michele wrapped in a horse blanket and still wearing her riding boots moving around the stable gathering her clothes together.

Tom’s duties were complete but he was in no rush to leave, glanced at his watch and then at Michele with a little bit of fluff showing below her blanket, and he decided he would stay and watch her a little bit longer.

Normally when the deed was done he made a polite exit.

 

“So what do you have in mind for your next session?” he asked “another treat?”

“Oh yes” she replied “I have loads of things in mind”

“And a few new ones I’m guessing after today” He said

“Oh yes” Michele replied wistfully

 

Tom was of course referring to Cathy’s unexpected involvement in proceedings which resulted in the noshing of each other’s pussies, a first for both participants.

Michele had a lengthy play book, full of sexy scenarios, that she was anxious to bring to fruition.

However the inclusion of a girl, or perhaps girls, had hitherto gone unconsidered in her fantasies.

Going forward that would very much have to change.

 

As Michele had gone silent he assumed she was digesting what he had said and contented himself watching her.

She was completely naked with her back to him and he continued to watch in silence as she wriggled her skinny arse into her jeans and then she bent over and her breasts hung down seductively as one at a time she pulled on her shoes.

 

All too soon it was over and she was fully dressed and walking towards him.

“Well I hope I’m included in another of your “Treats”” Tom said and kissed her forehead

“God yes” she exclaimed

 

Although it was relatively early she went to her room and ordered room service, and in bed and asleep by nine, she was completely exhausted, partly due to jet lag but mainly because of the number of times she had cum.

So she slept and dreamt about Cumming again the next day. 

YOU’RE MINE

 

Your size four feet are mine
Your slender stockined legs are mine
Your firm round buttocks are mine
Your unwaxed loins are mine
Your smooth flat belly is mine
Your manicured nails are mine
Your pert young breasts are mine
Your brown bobbed hair is mine
Your pretty round face is mine
Your puppy dog eyes are mine
Your turned up nose is mine
Your pale pink mouth is mine
Your coquettish laugh is mine
My heart and soul are yours

Choice Tales from the Vale – (031) Sisterhood

The Osborn’s and the Sherlock’s had lived in Childean for many generations 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, and they stayed in the Villa that was jointly owned by the two families every year in Moraira, just along the coast from Benidorm.

 

Mark Osborn was a twenty nine year old solicitor who still lived in the old family home in Childean although his parents had retired to their Spanish Villa and his brother Brian was working for a magazine in New York.

On one family holiday in Spain, Mark, who was a few weeks short of his nineteenth birthday made love to his cousin Karen who was just sixteen, for the first of many enjoyable occasions.

Mark and Karen were what is known as fuck buddies which was a mutually satisfactory arrangement, however there was an occasion in early summer when Karen and her younger sister Julie were both staying with Mark for the week as there was a family wedding in the Sherlock Family.

Julie was four years younger than her sister and was an absolute stunner with a lovely figure and bigger tits even than Karen.

But he was under strict instructions from Karen not to even look at Julie in a sexual way and if he did he would be castrated. 

Karen was a nurse at the Winston Churchill and halfway through the week she was on late shift so for the first time Mark was going to be in the house alone with Julie and as he was feeling exceptionally horny he decided to go out for the evening.  

Mark had a shower and shave and was preparing to spend the evening at the Conservative club to catch up with the latest gossip and hopefully find someone suitable to scratch his horny itch, when he remembered he had left his after shave in the main bathroom.

Mark had been using the en-suite in his room since the girls had arrived to give them some privacy.

So he walked across the landing wearing a towel and without hesitating entered the main bathroom and walked to the sink.

He found his aftershave amongst all the feminine lotions, potions and powders that had appeared on the shelf and was just turning to leave as Julie stepped naked from the shower, with water dripping from her rosebud nipples and running down her beautiful firm young body.

She was beautiful like her sister but taller with long shapely legs, but the biggest differences were the greater size of her breasts and Julie’s hairy bush, because Karen had a shaven haven.

Mark stood staring at Julie’s magnificent body for far longer than he should have but he struggled to draw his eyes away.

Then he blurted,

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t think”

At which point she grabbed the towel and covered herself and he headed hurriedly out the door repeating

“Sorry, sorry, I’m so sorry”

When he reached the sanctuary of his room he took his towel off and glanced down.

“Oh fantastic, you’re just what I need” he said to his erection

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing Karen said if I so much as look at her you’re for the chop”

 

And there he stood for God knows how long with his hands on his head muttering to his erect penis.

“I suppose I’m going to have to deal with you in a minute” he said to him with his mind still full of vivid pictures of her nakedness and then the door opened suddenly and Julie stepped in wearing a dressing gown and stared down at his erect cock.

“I’m…” he started to say but she put a finger up to her lips gesturing him to silence.

And then she undid the belt of her robe and it fell open briefly before she dropped the toweling dressing gown to the floor revealing her nakedness again, but this time it was all dry, perfumed and powdered.

She walked towards him and kissed him and he put a hand on her face and stroked her cheek while she put hers on his shaft and began gently tugging on his cock.

Mark for some unknown reason then placed his other hand on her neck while her spare hand had started rubbing her slit.

After what seemed like a blissful eternity she pushed him back violently so he was sitting on the bed, she stood in front of him and sucked the juice off her finger before she climbed on his lap and in one fluid motion slid her cunny down on his shaft.

Mark let out a gasp and Julie released a long soft moaning sigh.

“I’ve wanted to do that since I was 12” Julie said and laughed before kissing him urgently on the mouth.

As she did so she rose and fell on him sliding her tight hot pussy up and down his shaft moaning softly with each penetration, her lips sliding from tip to root and greased his balls with her juice.

Suddenly she stopped kissing him and pushed him backwards saying, “Get on your back”

Then she gave him two slow liquid strokes before she crawled along his body until her creamy cunny was in reach of his tongue, its open petals inviting him to taste their tang and he eagerly obliged.

It wasn’t long before she was writhing with pleasure as he devoured her flesh then she shuddered and moaned in orgasm.

And all of a sudden she was off him again and crawling up the bed throwing herself down when she reached the pillows ending up on her back with her legs spread wide displaying her swollen lips, while her gash oozed her tangy juices.

“Now you can fuck me,” Julie said giggling.

Mark rapidly crawled up the bed and then slowly crawled up her kissing her belly, her plump tits and then sucking her teat before he reached her mouth.

When their tongues engaged his throbbing cock homed in on her crack like a guided missile or perhaps more accurately that should that be guided muscle.

Either way, he was in her pussy deeply and her thighs gripped him tight while he pounded on her, the pace increasing steadily faster and faster and they moaned and grunted in unison as they sped on and on until they reached maximum velocity and both exploded in utter ecstasy.

 

He rolled off Julie and there they lay exhausted and spent for an indeterminate period.

Then he looked at her and said

“Was that worth waiting 10 years for”?

“Oh God yes” she replied still panting.

“Am I as good as Karen?” she asked

“How would I know” he replied

“Because you’ve been shagging her since she was sixteen” she said

“I don’t know what you mean” he said defensively

“Oh yes you do” she chuckled

“How did you know?” he conceded

“Because I’m neither deaf nor blind” she said

“Did you see us then?” he asked

“Yes in Spain, you were asleep in your bed when we returned from a trip to the monastery” she explained “and I’ve heard you numerous times at the Villa, and several times this week, you’re not exactly quiet”

“Oh” he said “I thought we’d been quite restrained”

“Restrained?” she said mockingly

“Does anyone else know?” he asked

“If they do they didn’t get it from me” she said

“What about Karen?” he asked

“What about her?”

“Does she know that you know?” he asked

“I’ve never told her” Julie said

“Oh God” he exclaimed

“What’s the matter?” she asked

“Karen” he said

“What?”

“She threatened to castrate me just for looking at you” he said

“Oh dear” she chuckled

“God knows what she would do if she found out what we just did”

He said and turned pale which caused her to laugh

“Why will she find out?” she asked

“Because….” He began and left the rest unsaid

“Well I’m not going to tell her that I just had sex with my cousin who I’ve fancied since I was 12” Julie corrected him in a rather superior tone

“And I’m not looking to replace her, I have a boyfriend”

“Ok” he said reassured

“That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t like to do it with you again sometime”     

She said

“It’s rather exciting shagging my sister’s fuck buddy”

“So when did you have in mind?” he asked

“Oh I think when the opportunity arises” she replied

“I see” he said and looking down at his cock he added “I think an opportunity has arisen”

“Eh?”

Mark just pointed in response to her exclamation and asked

“Do you want to do it again or not?”

“Oh God yes” She replied

Suffice is to say he didn’t make it to the Conservative club that memorable Wednesday night and his itch was well and truly scratched by Julie and they repeated the experience on the following night when Karen was working late again.

But it was on Friday night when normal service was resumed and he had Karen laying bent across his lap, her black tights down around her knees and navy blue knickers half way down her thighs and the blue nurse’s uniform rucked up about her hips.

All of which left exposed her firm round buttocks still wearing the fresh red hands prints of an excellent spanking of her great white globes had just received.

There was also a very stimulating audible squelching from Karen’s pussy where he was frigging it with two fingers.

His double digit ministrations eliciting some wonderfully pleasurable moans from her when the phone rang and he picked it up with his dry hand.

It was Julie,

“Hi Mark, thanks for putting me up this week” she said “and for putting it up me”

“No problem” he said his fingers still deep into Karen’s wetness

“I suppose you’ll be putting it up my sister tonight”

“Oh yes any minute” he replied

“Lucky cow”

“Your time will come” he said

“So will you” she retorted “Bye”

He looked down at Karen squirming on his lap with her cheeks jiggling as he fingered her and thought she was oblivious to the content of his conversation or even who it was with.

But the phone call and Julies salacious flirting had added to his already mounting arousal which her elder sister would soon benefit from.

 

YOU DON’T SEE THAT EVERY DAY

A lovely girl in a very short skirt
Stood bending over from the waist
There was a very startled young boy
Sat in full view behind her red faced

After she straightened up and left
He sat wearing a puzzled expression
When I asked the boy if he was okay
And what caused such consternation

The view of the girl that the boy had
He said that she was in no way drab
He said that the girl had no knickers
And he thought she was hiding a kebab

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.