Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (09) Playing Dress Up

 

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

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

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

In fact everything at the House of Fun was steamier.

 

There were still a lot of therapies available at the Spa, but they were mostly of the physical kind, spanking, wanking, whipping, beating and humiliation, but they were not exclusively physical.

The visitors to the Yvonne’s House of Fun took their pleasures in many different ways, there was one man, a regular visitor, who liked to sit naked on the lavatory masturbating, as a succession of girls walked into the bathroom pulled down their knickers and pee’d in the bath.

Not that it was just the men that were weird, a woman in her sixties liked to lay naked in the empty bath and have one of the staff Callum McDonnell who was very well endowed, urinated on her.

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

Another man who was an old Shakespearean actor liked watching Claire Collister hoovering his room wearing nothing but wellington boots and a retired vicar liked to be walked up and down the corridor wearing a dog collar, a studded one.

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

One of those who chose to stay on in his original role was 31 year old 6ft 4 inch James Ford-Bannister who had been a masseur for 3 years before the change and when it started to cater for the more depraved tastes he was able to indulge in a bit of depravity for himself, and he was like a child in a sweetshop so after a while in an attempt to curb his appetites he started to change over to a predominantly male clientele, he only kept his most favourite female clients who he could fuck when the mood took him. 

He was a strong and gentle man ruggedly handsome who would have gladly given up his favourite fucks on the massage table for his heart’s desire, Emily.

 

James Ford-Bannister was a strong and gentle man, ruggedly handsome, who would have gladly given up his favourite fucks on the massage table for his heart’s desire, Emily.

James was married when he was twenty and bitterly divorced when he was twenty three and after that point all of his relationships were based purely on sex and he never had a single thought about love.

However all that changed when he first laid eyes on Emily Riley, he fell in love with her on the spot. 

Emily was a pretty girl with a sweet nature, with an angelic countenance and strawberry coloured hair, standing barely five feet tall, slender and pale, and her skin was always flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed.

Emily was so lovely and she always wore a smile, which was why he fell for her.

She was almost ten years younger than James, and was just a few months short of her 22^nd birthday and was a native of the village of Pangmere.

But the thing that endeared her to James the most was the fact that she seemed perfectly oblivious of her overall beauty and the effect she had on the men and women around her.

Not that she hadn’t had boyfriends and she was not a virgin but she hadn’t found the man to get her motor purring until she started working at the house of fun and she first met James.

 

The two of them began to flirt almost immediately, this would sometimes take the form of suggestive remarks and the other would always reciprocate.

On other occasions it would be physical flirting like the times when she would deliver fresh towels to James and there was always a lingering exchange where their hands would touch and there would be a momentary caress of each other’s hands, and when they passed in a corridor or doorway they would brush past very close even when there was clearly enough space to pass.

But despite their very obvious attraction they didn’t take it any further because James doubted he could win the heart of such a beautiful young girl and Emily was too naïve to think that he would want her, so they never did anything more than that which was ok as they really enjoyed the flirting.

 

Emily’s role at the House of Fun was as part of the support staff, it was a role that was quite varied and she enjoyed it very much.

She didn’t do any of the “mucky stuff” as her mum called it, not that she was averse to the idea, it was just that she lacked the confidence in such matters, but it didn’t prevent her from getting close to the action.

As support staff her duties could involve “meeting and greeting” clients in reception and showing them to their chosen place of pleasure or even assisting in the various rooms, such as restraining victims in the bondage rooms or providing props in the playrooms.

Emily had quickly become a favourite of the Queen of Sin, Yvonne Makin and was sometimes used to pour oil on troubled waters. 

Being a sweet young girl of five foot nothing with an angelic countenance Emily often had a calming effect in difficult situations but if all that failed she normally had someone like 6ft 4 inch James on hand who had different ways of calming things down.

one of her other duties was to assist Yvonne’s niece Lesley in the costume department where they had amassed quite a wardrobe for the punters delight at some great cost, but Yvonne’s attitude was that if the clients wanted them, then they could have them, but of course she charged them a premium to use them, because everything came at a price, which in part covered the cleaning bill, which was astronomical as not all fabrics were wipe clean, and Emily discovered when costumes were returned they could often require a lot of cleaning.

 

One morning, Emily Riley was left in temporary charge of the costume department, she had only gone up there that morning to borrow a modest one piece swimsuit, the kind with a skirt. 

She was going to be doing a session in the Wet Rooms later that morning, but the swimwear available down there were a bit too revealing for her taste.

 

The Wet Rooms were part of the pool and sauna suite and were for those whose foibles were water based.

Of course every room in the House of Fun was a wet room to some degree but the wet rooms proper were something else.

She was attending to one of the regular visitors to the water based facilities, Karen Cho, who was an absolute legend at the House of Fun and everyone had watched her in action at some point.

Karen was Honk Kong Chinese and her foible was to be suspended from ropes, tied around each wrist and one ankle and then she was hoisted on pulleys until both arms and one leg were above her head and only the tips of her toes of her free leg remained in contact with the ground.

And then a jet of water was squirted at her nipples, anus and her hairy crack.

Karen was a pretty girl but you would never have known that when she was in action because her face was contorted by repeated orgasms.

And she orgasmed a lot and she screamed in ecstatic pleasure from beginning to end, and that day Emily would be in the room which was why she needed the swimsuit.

While she was in the Costume Department she used one of the cubicle to try on the costume she had chosen she was completely unaware who was in the cubicle next door.

The changing facility were typically modern, spacious unisex changing booths with a bench seat on one side and coat hooks on the opposite wall and a curtains across the doorway.

And as Emily wriggled her way into the swimsuit James Ford-Bannister was in the cubicle next door and he knew very well who his neighbour was.

He liked the idea that while he was in his cubicle semi naked there was only a plasterboard wall separating him from Emily who was certainly naked for at least part of the time she was in there and he was getting aroused at the thought of it.

James was in the cubicle getting dressed into a toga, for one of his clients who like to imagine he was being massaged in ancient Rome.

He was almost done when he heard a familiar voice nearby and it was Lesley Makin and she was almost outside his cubicle.

“Are you done Emily?” she asked

“I’m nearly ready” came the reply

“I need a favour” Lesley said

“Oh yes” she said suspiciously

“Can you hold the fort here for half an hour or so?” she said and then in a hushed whisper she added

“It’s our anniversary so I want to visit the Disney Room with Aidan”

“You mean you want an anniversary shag” Emily said with a chuckle

“Pretty much” she confessed

“Go on then but no more than an hour”

“Thanks Em you’re the best” Lesley said and James heartily agreed.

“Ok I will see you in an hour” Lesley said

 

James couldn’t believe his luck, not only was he in the cubicle next to hers, but he had a one hour window in which to try and make an impression,

He left it for a moment or two, listening intently to see if he could detect any movement and when he thought he heard her pull the curtain across he waited for a second and pulled his own curtain open and he found he had timed it to perfection as Emily was standing right there wearing a blue and white one piece swimsuit.

“Hello Emily” he said dressed in a toga

“Oh James” she said almost jumping out of her skin

“You made me jump, I didn’t know you were here”

“I had to get changed for a rather fussy client” he said as he cast an appreciative eye over her swim-suited figure where the expected pert little breasts were there for all to see.

She blushed when she noticed him looking at her protruding nipples but made no move to cover them up,

 “Do you come here often?” she said trying to cover her embarrassment and failing but they both laughed.

“Wow it’s really nice to see you in a swimsuit” he said

“You look so good”

This made her quite flustered so as he stared into her eyes he took hold of her hand and pulled her gently into the cubicle and pulled the curtain.

“Wont anyone wonder where you are” she said feebly but he ignored her and before she could speak again he kissed her and the moment his lips touched hers she locked onto his mouth like a limpet and she stood on tip toe so she could reach up her arms and gripped him around the neck like a bear trap.

It was the moment both of them had been waiting for and it was a hot liquid kiss with darting tongues of passion while his hands caressed up and down her small frame repeatedly ending up on her tight little buttocks.

James sat down on the little bench so the diminutive little girl was now above him, kissing down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of his with her lips still locked limpet like on his, her nostril flared and snorted in air and his hands continued their travels up and down her spine but he was desperate to play with her treasures so he steered her tiny frame until it was in a position where he could sit her down on his lap.

Emily refused to relinquish contact of her lips on his until the moment her cute little arse made contact with his lap and their mouths disengaged briefly and she gave him her most angelic smile before locking on to him again.

James now 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 small breast through her swimsuit.

 

James now 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 small breast through her swimsuit.

He fondled her breast for a few minutes, which was nice but he wanted more so his hand left her breast and went up to her shoulder and grasped the strap.

They stopped kissing and Emily dropped her arms to her sides and let him pull the shoulder straps down and then she wriggled her skinny arms out of them one at a time but she held the front of the swimsuit in place with her spare hand and then she kissed him again briefly before wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his neck.

Which was when the front of her swimsuit flopped down to finally reveal the two beautiful pert pink confections previously hidden from his sight and they sat there and quivered before his libidinous eyes topped by small pink nipples.

As his hand cupped her naked breast and played with her hardening nipples Emily’s arms gripped tighter and although her face was still buried deep in the crook of his neck he could still hear her murmur.

As beautiful as her titties were, he quickly began tiring of them so he moved his playful hand down across her belly and inside her costume and in response her body stiffened and she held her breath as his hand progressed, but she didn’t resist or halt his progress.

James’ fingers then disappeared inside the folds of her costume until they reached the lush hair of her pubes where they dallied before momentarily resting on her prominent mound and then down into the abyss of her hot and creamy cunny, and she let out a little “Hmmm” of pleasure at his touch and she grabbed a handful of his toga and buried her face in it to stifle any further exclamation, of which there were many as he stroked her gorgeous wet pussy.

His cock was hard beneath her soft buttocks as he continued stroking her juicy cunny bringing her closer and closer to orgasm until she screamed out, audible even through the mouthful of toga, as she came beneath his touch.

Her thigh’s closed tight on his hand at the point of climax trapping his hand but his fingers were still between her lips and he would have liked to have taken her further with his frigging and then finish her with his cock but he was already late for his session with Ancient Roma man and besides he didn’t want their first engagement to be some torrid sordid shag in a glorified cupboard.

He was fairly confident, as he sat there with his fingers still wet with her cunny juice, that there would be time enough for sordid sex encounters at a later date.

But he knew they would conclude their business another day to be a certainty even before she kissed him a soft and gentle kiss.

So James watched as she recover her lovely titties and then they had a languid affectionate farewell kiss and he pulled back the curtain and she went to work, James had to remain behind for five minutes until his erection subsided sufficiently for him to be able to walk unhindered and every last hint of arousal disappeared when he massaged a fat middle aged man.

 

After Emily left James in the changing room sporting a serious erection beneath his toga she went to attend Karen Cho in the wet rooms and witnessed her having a jet of water squirted at her nipples, anus and her hairy crack.

She watched on as the usually sweet and pretty Karen was screaming in ecstatic pleasure from beginning to end as her face was contorted by repeated orgasms.

And she orgasmed a lot in the watery environment and Emily realized why she needed the swimsuit.

 

It had been a real eye opening experience and on top of her short interlude with James it had left her more than a little horny.

But she was unable to do anything about it other than a quiet fingering in her bedroom at her parents’ house that night.

 

She was awake early the next morning despite a fitful night’s sleep full of erotic dreams, lustful sensual dreams and just down right dirty dreams all of which featured James dressed in various costumes and for every costume there was a different position in which he was fucking her and as a result she was wetter in the morning than she had been the night before.

 

After a quick shower and a satisfying fingering she had breakfast with her parents and then walked into work where her first port of call was to the massage and sauna suite to see James.

However he was with a client when she got there so she went back to reception and checked his calendar and was horrified to discover her was booked solidly until lunch and then he only had a twenty minute break and then he was booked again until 4pm.

 

Emily wasn’t the only one to wake up that morning seriously horny, James had also had a disturbed night’s sleep and his porn field dreams were pretty much exclusively about Emily who appeared in various stages of undress, the result of which was that he was sporting a large erection when he awoke which he had to take in the shower so he could wank himself limp while he imagined satisfying the beautiful Miss Riley.

 

After her disappointing discovery in reception she went about her business but everywhere she turned there was reminders of her frustration.

She watched maids stripping the beds and remaking them with fresh bed linen, and stuffing the joy covered sheets into a laundry trolley, and her thoughts turned to how they got soiled.

Dirty sheets soiled by other women’s passions, the dirty lucky cows.

 

Even when she went up to the costume department to collect some costumes for a session after lunch, she saw the heaps of used costumes that had been leaked on and squirted over, all of which made her lustfully wistful.

 

James had finished his last session of the morning and was just musing on his current situation and how much he wanted to fuck Emily, he didn’t deserve her, he knew that, then his roving eye was attracted to a very tidy denim clad arse, and in his heightened state of arousal his first thought was “I wouldn’t mind a go on that”

Then the girl turned round and he saw it was one of his favourite clients and he realized he already had.

Then he chastised himself for being so lustful and then his lustful gaze fell upon the object of his affections, Emily, and she was heading his way.

 

James had finished his last session of the morning and was just musing on his current situation and how much he wanted to fuck Emily, he didn’t deserve her, he knew that, then his roving eye was attracted to a very tidy denim clad arse, and in his heightened state of arousal his first thought was “I wouldn’t mind a go on that”

Then the girl turned round and he saw it was one of his favourite clients and he realized he already had.

Then he chastised himself for being so lustful and then his lustful gaze fell upon the object of his affections, Emily, and she was heading his way.

 

As she walked in his direction he gave her a lecherous appraisal she was small and slim but there were curves to her as well and just as he was remembering the sensual feel of her breasts she caught sight of him.

“Hi James” she said and tottered over to him carrying costume bags in each hand.

“You look even more gorgeous today than usual” he said and he stooped down to kiss her.

“What are you up to?” he asked, hoping the answer was nothing so he could reacquaint himself with her gorgeous body.

“I’m helping in the play rooms” she said a little breathless and her cheeks were flushed “I have the costumes”

He had seen her breathless and flushed the day before and he felt a slight trouser tickle as he remembered the circumstances.

“That’s a shame I was hoping for another cuddle” he said

“Me too” She replied more enthusiastically than she intended and blushed

“So who are you dressing up as?” he queried

“I’m a maid” she replied “I haven’t tried it on yet, I hope it’s not too sexy”

“It’s bound to be with you in it” he said and made her giggle and blush.

“So what are you doing next then?” she asked

“I have one more session,” he replied “and then nothing until 5 o’clock”

“Really I thought you were booked up until four”

“I was but I had a cancelation” he said “So once I’m done I’m going to have a snooze in one of the day rooms”

The “day rooms” were just normal hotel rooms that were used by customers who needed a bedroom for the day, rather than a night, although more often than not they were rented by the hour.

But apart from being used for men, and women, to shag their “bit on the side” they could also be used by the staff, either for a shag or to get some well-earned rest between clients. 

“Well I’d better go or I’ll be late and I won’t have time to change into my costume” she said and then she blushed because of a salacious thought that crossed her mind, so she hurried off.

“Ok I’m only sorry I didn’t get to see you wearing it” he called after her and as she walked away she was blushing an even deeper red than before.

 

As Emily walked towards the play rooms she had already decided on her course of action after she had finished her session, and the thought of it was making her very wet and she sincerely hoped that she would be even wetter when her plans came to fruition.

 

James had no idea of what plans were afoot and as Emily went about her duties over the next couple of hours she was met with every form of titillation which made her so horny she thought she was going to explode like a volcano.

 

There was a double spank and wank in the Disney Room, a beautifully young girl being rogered from behind by a big black stallion on the hay bales in the stable room, Callum was fucking a stern looking business women bent over an office desk, then there was the doctors and nurses scene with Molly and her girlfriend Samantha and the bizarre yet captivating scene of a shy thirty something being skewered up the trap door of her thermal underwear.

Salacious didn’t really cover it but despite a deep feeling of utter arousal she had to keep herself in check until the time came when she could unleash her passion and indulge in her own shameful exploits in the most titillating way possible.

 

When he finished with his last client he spent half an hour or so pottering around and tidied away the bottles of lotions and potions, gathered up the used towels and put them in the laundry, then he squirted antibacterial spray on the tables and wiped them clean.

When he was done and he was satisfied it was ready for his 5 o’clock he walked up to reception and got one of the dayroom keys from Agnes.

 

He used the keycard and walked in and was immediately assailed by the bright afternoon sun streaming in through the window so his first action was to draw the curtains then he sat down on the sofa and removed his shoes and then he promptly fell asleep.

 

“Hi Agnes, has James Ford-Bannister been up for a day room key?” she asked

“Yes luvvie” she replied “room 55”

“Can I have a spare key?” Emily asked

“What for…” Agnes began “Are you and James at it?”

“No not yet” Emily replied bashfully “Not until you give me the spare key”

Emily then went onto explain about the flirting and the suggestive talk and the caressing and such like and finally what had gone on the day before in the costume department changing room.

“You lucky cow” Agnes said “He’s gorgeous, but he wouldn’t look at me twice”

“Do you think I’m a tart?” Emily asked “by doing what I’m going to do”

“No I do not” Agnes replied very definitely “if he was to flirt with me just once I’d have him on his back in an instant and ride him like a slutty cowgirl”

Emily giggled at the thought of it and then Agnes handed her the spare keycard and added

“Go get him you lucky girl”

 

James had fallen asleep on the large leather sofa in room 55 and he awoke suddenly to find Emily Riley standing in the doorway.

He wasn’t sure if it was real or whether he was dreaming about her again so he closed his eyes and when he opened them again she was still there.

It must have been the sound of the door opening and closing that had stirred him from his slumber because she hadn’t made a sound and she didn’t speak.

Emily just stood there dressed as a housemaid.

Wearing a black dress with white cuffs and matching collar, he liked the collar and cuffs to match, blacks tights, at least he presumed them to be tights anyway and heels to shape her legs and around her narrow waist was a white frilly apron and a matching hat on her heed, James thought she looked very sexy, but to be honest he wanted her so badly that he would have thought she looked sexy in a black bin bag.

Without either of them speaking Emily reached behind her and undid her apron and dropped it on the floor as she walked slowly towards him she began unbuttoning the front of her dress.

James could see the lace edge of her black bra appear and after another pace the whole cup was visible.

By the time she reached his chair he could see right down to the waistband of her black tights.

Emily leant forward and put a hand on the back of the sofa to support herself allowing the full weight of her tits to hang seductively inviting in their black lace holster and then she kissed him in a wet, passionate, cock swelling way and he reciprocated.

When she stopped she stood up, and taking hold of both hands pulled him up off the sofa, then with a shrug of her shoulders the dress was suddenly around her ankles.

 

At that point he intended to pick her up and carry her to the bed but instead they performed a frantic lustful dance as they each tried to steer the other towards the four poster which to an onlooker would have looked like a type of horny pinball as they careered off the walls.

At the foot of the bed they lost their bearings and ended up in the dining area, where they came to a stop and he unhooked the catch between her breasts and they swung invitingly free until he got his hands on them and they were every as delicious as they had been the last time he fondled them.

James then I pushed her backwards onto the table and began sucking on her magnificent erect pink nipples, suckling on them like a hungry child.

Only the 70 denier fabric of her black tights and a pair of wet knickers stood between him and the prize which had haunted his dreams the night before.

Her breasts were rising and falling and he could hear her heart pounding in her chest as he suckled on her teats and when he stopped sucking on her tits he left them wet, misshapen and swollen.

James quickly reached up under her arse with both hands and smartly yanked the tights from her cheeks and down her thighs to her knees, then he went back up there again for her panties, only this time she obliged him by lifting her arse off the table and the black lace panties rolled easily off her buttocks to rejoin her tights and then James gently pushed her legs back until her knee’s rested on her tits so that when he looked lustily down at her pink pussy it was open and inviting him to dine, so with a hand behind each knee to hold her open he plunged in to the salty rime and licked out her clamshell.

James quickly reached up under her arse with both hands and smartly yanked the tights from her cheeks and down her thighs to her knees, then he went back up there again for her panties, only this time she obliged him by lifting her arse off the table and the black lace panties rolled easily off her buttocks to rejoin her tights and then James gently pushed her legs back until her knee’s rested on her tits so that when he looked lustily down at her pink pussy it was open and inviting him to dine, so with a hand behind each knee to hold her open he plunged in to the salty rime and licked out her clamshell.

“Oh God James” she moan as he licked her out, which was the first time she had spoken and then one of her shoes fell off while he noshed on her.

She gripped the table so tightly her knuckles showed white and as he continued to work on her with his tongue she very soon came long and hard.

James stood up licking his lips and disposed of her remaining shoe before he roughly pulled her tights and knickers off over her feet and discarded them.
“Do it here” Emily begged “do it now” and she tried to release his cock from his trousers, with her bra hanging on her like a gunslingers vest.
But he didn’t want the first time he had her to be on the table like a slutty buffet in the same way he hadn’t wanted to fuck her in the changing room the day before.

No” he said sternly and she looked at him quite crestfallen until he added

“I want you in bed”

This was greeted with a broad smile and then she ran across the room like a rat up a drainpipe and jumped on the bed.
Emily was sitting on her haunches in the middle of the bed when he reached the bed

“Hurry, hurry” she screamed excitedly bouncing up and down on her knees.

The white frilly hat lay discarded on the bedroom floor and she had released her shoulder length strawberry blonde hair and as he looked down at her Minge he thought again about how much he liked the collar and cuffs to match.

As Emily bounced, everything bounced although his eyes focused on her tits.

“Hurry” she said urgently crawling towards him on her hands and knees and then she grabbed his belt and pulled him towards her and she hurriedly began undoing his trousers

“Time to get it out” she said with a look of intense concentration on her face and her tongue poked out the side of her mouth.

“There he is” Emily said gleefully as she roughly pulled his pants down and released the throbbing beast and her eyes were fixed on it until she looked up at his face as she played with his cock.
James closed his eyes as she gently tugged on him and then he felt delicate soft kisses on his sensitive knob.

This was a surprise he hadn’t expected that and then her tongue flicked around his helmet in quick feather light licks before, all at once in one smooth slurping instant he was in her mouth.

 

James closed his eyes as she gently tugged on him and then he felt delicate soft kisses on his sensitive knob.

This was a surprise he hadn’t expected that and then her tongue flicked around his helmet in quick feather light licks before, all at once in one smooth slurping instant he was in her mouth.

James could feel Emily’s fingers still caressing his shaft lightly and
he looked down just as his glistening wet knob reappeared accompanied by a sucking sound and then she looked up and smiled wickedly before she devoured him again with her hot mouth.

James could see the bulge of his cock in her cheek as she sucked on him.

Her fingers tightened their grip on his shaft as her lips were slurping around his cock.

“Oh that’s so nice Honey” he gasped

James was fast approaching the point of no return and he could tell by the lip smacking and slurping that she was enjoying her task but he didn’t want her to suck him off, not that day anyway.

But he needn’t have worried because Emily suddenly relinquished her oral assault on his cock and leapt up and taking him completely by surprise she shoved him hard so he fell onto the bed, this was no mean feat considering she was five foot nothing and he was six foot four.

“Get on your back” she commanded and he duly complied and in an instant she was on top of him and thrusting her eager cunny onto his throbbing cock.

“Oh that’s it” she moaned as with luscious liquid thrusts she skewered herself on James again and again.

He thought as he lay beneath her fondling her tits while she fucked him, that with all the images of her he had had the night before and all the scenarios he experienced none of them hinted for a moment that she would expertly perform on him in such a satisfying way.

Unlike the previous times he had a girl riding him Emily remained completely in control as she elicited the most sensual self-satisfying moans.

Not needing to intercede with her James just gripped her ample buttocks as she rode him beyond the precipice and she screamed

“Oh fuck” as he shot his hot cream into her.

 

Emily was such a surprisingly good fuck that James was in no rush to let her leave his bed and he let her have him again before he let her go back to work.

What made it special wasn’t just the sex, which was outstanding, it was special because there was also love.

 

It wasn’t the last costume sex game they played together and they set aside an hour, or sometimes two, every afternoon to spend in one of the day rooms, even when she was on her monthly and he couldn’t fuck her tight pussy they would still spend an hour or two in bed. 

Sometimes they would just hold each other and sleep but when the mood took her the pretty girl with a sweet nature, an angelic countenance and strawberry coloured hair would just suck him dry.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (313) In the potting shed

 

The Dulcets are a collection of villages and hamlets comprising of Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet St Mary, Dulcet Green and Dulcet-on-Brooke, to name but a few, and of course Dulcet-on-Willow, which is a large sprawling village beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which runs unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke, and it’s in the Village of Willow where 28 year old Alex Monroe lives in the house he was born in.

His parents have retired to a Villa in the Greek Islands and the six bedroom detached house was left jointly to him and his brothers, Colin, two years younger, who lived and worked in Australia, and Greg, two years older, who owned and ran a Hotel in the Pepperstock Hills National Park, so Alex had the house to himself the vast majority of the time.

He was 5ft 11, slim build with curly brown hair and by profession an illustrator, children’s books mainly, though not exclusively and he had the summer house converted into a studio from where he can work in peace, free of distractions, the latter was particularly important as he was very easily distracted, especially by women and his distraction of choice normally came in the form of well covered peasantry, on the ample side of buxom, and he rarely strayed from his sensual menu, and he had no romantic attachments.

That is until the day he had his first encounter with Clarissa St Claire, the girl next door, who arrived at his front door, in a state of inebriation after one too many birthday drinks.

 

At the time he didn’t welcome the intrusion because she was not his normal fare and ticked none of his boxes, he liked a mature cuddlesome peasant wench, and Clarissa St Claire was anything but, she was only 18, if the number on the balloon was of any significance, absolutely beautiful, elegant, slim and petite, with a perfect Carrington Chase educated voice.

Carrington Chase being Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought it was the other way around, and it was a voice that made Charlotte Green sound common.

However despite that, a sexual encounter did take place between them in his lounge but it didn’t go as far as she wanted it too, or as far as she planned for it to go, she wanted him to take her virginity.

 

Over the month that followed they had numerous repeated such snippets and each one helped her overcome her shyness but she was getting frustrated with her progress and she just wanted him to fuck her so she wouldn’t be a virgin when she left for University at the end of the summer, but not only that she wanted him to fuck her numerous times before then, though he was unaware about that part.

 

However after the first month more than a week passed and he hadn’t seen her, he was in his studio pondering the whereabouts of the ginger nubile when he spied his gardener Sharon go into the potting shed, and he felt a trouser tickle as the beast began to stir so he decided to feed it.

 

Sharon had been gardener to the Monroe family since she left school, first with her father and then on her own since he retired, she was older than Alex by ten years, and was a divorced rough diamond, but that was his type, embraceable peasantry.

Sharon was bent salaciously, however unintentionally, over a lawnmower as he entered the shed, and she was well aware of his presence and stood up as he approached and raised no objection as he slipped his hands inside her dungarees and aimed straight for her unfettered breasts

“Thank God” she said as he squeezed her tits and kissed her neck.

“I’m so horny today” she replied and pushed her arse against the growing bulge in his jeans.

“I thought I was going to have to flick myself off in the van”

She turned her head towards him so he could kiss her, and as their  tongues became engaged he reluctantly released his grip on her jugs and slipped the braces of her dungarees off her shoulders and they fell to the ground with a clunk and Alex stopped kissing her and they exchanged a look.

“Trowel” she said and thrust her tongue back in his mouth and he slipped his hands inside her tee shirt and roughly groped at her naked globes and teased her huge nipples.

Sharon showed no sign of relinquishing his tongue, so his right hand travelled south across her plump belly to her well pruned bush, though it was still beautifully lush, but not the wild beaver the casual observer might assume it to be.

“No don’t”

“Why not?” he asked “I thought you were horny”

“I am” she reiterated “I’m too horny for foreplay”

And as if to demonstrate her requirement she was rubbing the cheeks of her arse against the bulge in his shorts and even managed to get a cheek either side of it so the lump was rubbing up and down her bum crack.

With her dungarees already around her ankles he bent her over the lawn mower and then he grabbed the waistband of her big blue knickers with both hands and yanked them off her arse, and as the gusset came away from her minge, it sounded like a plaster being removed. and he could plainly see the dark patch of her horniness on the crotch.

His cock was fit to burst through the fabric of his shorts if he hadn’t untrousered it, Sharon glanced over her shoulder expectantly, so Alex grabbed her round hips and in one easy movement he penetrated her and judging by her vocal response it was very much to her satisfaction.

 

Alex returned to his studio, after he and Sharon redressed in the potting shed, but he watched as Sharon gathered all her tools together and smiled as he watched her walking across the lawn with a strange open gait obviously suffering with sticky knickers.

When she had everything back in her van, she went off to her next job damp drawer-ed and thoroughly sullied.

He spent the rest of the morning productively, but during his lunch he remembered that the paper bill was due the next day and Karen Askey always liked to collect the money in person, she didn’t offer this service to all her customers, just those who liked to give their gratuities in kind.

The gratuity was not an issue he had the means to settle that bill, however he didn’t have any cash, so he thought he’d better get to a cashpoint just in case she wouldn’t accept his donation if his bill wasn’t settled.

“Not very likely” he said out loud and smiled

Choice Tales from the Vale – (034) Afternoon Delight

 

It was in the late 1980’s when Neil Tipper, 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 Neil 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 Debbie Parsley a girl he had known at school in fact she was his first crush.

There had always been something smouldering between them, although they had never been out together, they had come close once or twice but it never quite happened for them.

But there they both were on the same island at the same time and with no attachments and it was apparent straight from the start that there was still a spark.

An ember which glowed beneath the Greek skies and burst alight with a kiss on the sands of Agia Marina beach one bright warm day which led inevitably to burning passion in his apartment where the made love for the first time.

 

Neil stood in the bathroom doorway and watched her stir as the afternoon sunlight painted patterns on her naked contours as it shone through the billowing curtains.
Her hair a still damp from their passionate exertions, clung to her face and neck and beads of sweat sparkled on her luscious skin.
She lay on her side, knees drawn up to her belly, showing off the wonderful sweep from her narrow waist to a curvaceous hip and then onto the perfect roundness of sumptuous buttocks.
Debbie rolled on to her back as she stirred again and the magnificence of her was there before him with patterns of light and dark dancing over her gorgeous form.
Her nipples aroused as the soft breeze wafted over her and Debbie’s eyes opened and she smiled the broadest when she saw Neil watching her.
She sat up and brushed the hair from her face then moved onto her knees and stretched leaning back until her hands touched the bed behind her supporting herself on clenched fists and throwing her head right back putting on a display until her black hair tumbled down her back.
His eyes slowly scanned the beauty of her Form the cascading black hair, down the cords and sinews of her neck to the fine structure of her shoulders.
He dwelt, naturally, on her firm breasts and proud nipples before continuing to the softness of her flat belly and her curved hips and round buttocks before reaching the thick black triangle and her long taught thighs either side.
He left the doorway and picked his way through the discarded clothing on the floor to reach the bed where she now sat on her haunches looking at him.
A radiant smile was illuminating her face with eyes that said “again please”

 

DREAM LAKE

 

The dark lake at midnight reflected back

Her own image, she knew this to be her

Bu why was she at the lake at midnight

Why did she not know how she got there?

And why was she naked one the lake shore

A cool breeze blew off the quiet water

It played gently with her auburn curls

Caressing her velvet skin, arousing her

She felt her nipples erect then shivered

But not from the cold, she felt a passion

Welling up within her, a heat she had

Not felt before and may never feel again

Was everything as it appeared to seem

Or was it in fact just a vivid dream

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (08) The Power of Lust

 

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

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

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

In fact everything at the House of Fun was steamier.

 

There were still a lot of therapies available at the Spa, but they were mostly of the physical kind, spanking, wanking, whipping, beating and humiliation, but they were not exclusively physical.

The visitors to Yvonne’s Makin’s House of Fun took their pleasures in many different ways, there was one man, a regular visitor, who liked to sit naked on the lavatory masturbating, as a succession of girls walked into the bathroom pulled down their knickers and pee’d in the bath.

Not that it was just the men that were weird, a woman in her sixties liked to lay naked in the empty bath and have one of the staff, Callum McDonnell who was very well endowed, urinate on her.

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

Another man who was an old Shakespearean actor liked watching Claire Collister hoovering his room wearing nothing but wellington boots and a retired vicar liked to be walked up and down the corridor wearing a dog collar, a studded one.

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

One of those who chose to stay on in his original role was 31 year old Tim Weston who had been a masseur for 3 years since before the change but he had hoped when it started to cater for the more depraved tastes he might get a bit of depravity for himself, but it hadn’t worked out that way.

He was a quiet gentle man who got really turned on when he had a beautiful woman on the table but he was unable to do anything about it and always went home frustrated.

But despite that he worked 7 days a week in the vain hope that something would change.

The House of Fun was a place where dreams could come true, providing they were dirty dreams, obscene, depraved and sordid ones. 

Toe curling, knicker wetting, and ejaculating dreams.

Every effort was made by the House to ensure every visitor was left well and truly satisfied.

 

That satisfaction could come in many forms, for some it was just to be restrained, for others it was having seven bells beaten out of them in the S & M rooms or just being humiliated.

Some satisfaction was derived from dressing up, and they had amassed quite a wardrobe for that purpose.

And for the punters delight there were a wide range of role playing rooms but everything came at a price.

 

The down side to keeping the customers satisfied however was that the staff got horny and it wasn’t unprecedented at the House of Fun for co-workers to get down and dirty, in fact Cathy Ridge’s best friend Lucy Thomas was being regular serviced by the 6ft 4 inch former Hotel gardener, Callum McDonnell.

Claire Collister and her girlfriend Kerry Freeborn were always at it, although in their case they were already a couple before the House of Fun opened for business.

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

She did think that after a while they would desensitise and it would be like working in a sweet factory where workers got sick of eating chocolate but the House of Fun didn’t seem to work like that.

So it wasn’t uncommon, especially if it was quiet for the staff to get down to business themselves in a quiet corner.

Even Yvonne’s niece Lesley Makin was at it with Aidan McCauley, in fact there was scarcely a room in the hotel that they hadn’t shagged in, twice in some cases, while Cathy Ridge was keeping Tom Rowlands satisfied.

 

But not all the staff at the House of fun were getting hot and steamy themselves some of them like Tim Weston were pleasing the customers but not themselves. 

Tim had an array of stunning women young and old on his massage table who would get very wet as a result of his expert touch, who would have been quiet willing for him to take full advantage of the situation and touch them more intimately, massaging their labia before slipping his fingers into their juicy cunts and then fucking them to a toe curling orgasm where they lay.

But he was unable to read the signs and therefore was unaware of their most basic wishes so they would leave his table hot and horny to get their final satisfaction elsewhere and he would go and wank himself limp in the showers.

He would do that three or four times a day, depending on which women he was attending, some were more special than others and made his cock twitch the moment he saw them.

 

The majority of visitors to the House of Fun were there to get there rocks off in one way shape or form, whether by their own hand or someone else’s.

And when they left they were either sore, wet or spent, most of the time all three. 

However not all visitors to the House of Fun went there with lust in their heart and an ache in their loins and Samantha Hawkins fell into that group.

She was 29 years old and had been a regular visitor to the old Spa Hotel in the days before it went over to the dark side and turned into a knocking shop.

But Sam stopped going at that point, she was not interested in the sex, at least not like that at any rate.

She was not opposed to sex per se she just couldn’t do it, because she was a married woman.

In her everyday day life she wasn’t exposed to temptation as    

Samantha didn’t get out and socialize much due to her husband’s illness, which was serious and chronic.

Derek had been in a very serious car crash some 7 years earlier and was severely, physically and mentally disabled.

Her aversion to sexual contact wasn’t because she was frigid, she wanted to have a healthy sex life, and she thought about it a lot, it was just that she wanted to have it with her husband, which was never going to happen, not ever.

Derek was so severely disabled that he wasn’t even capable of cuddling her, he couldn’t even hold her with she flicked herself off.

So she did it alone in what had become her bedroom where she used her arsenal of sex toys she had amassed to pleasure herself, and she had become very proficient at the act.

She just wished it was her husband, the love of her life, who was making her cum.

 

Samantha drew on the extensive catalogue of sexual experiences in her memory bank, which had become her wank bank, of the times she and Derek had made love.

She had no other memories Derek was the only lover she had ever had, but it was an impressive selection considering they were only sexually active for a little under 4 years when he had the accident.

But as good as she was at satisfying herself, she always made herself cum hard, there was one vital component missing, well two if you included cock, which she would have liked as well, but the other one was human contact. 

Skin on skin contact, human warmth, just because the friction of thrusting a dildo up her pussy warmed it up it didn’t make it alive.

 

And it was the want of human contact, the feel of a man’s hands on her skin that made her make an appointment for a massage at the Pangmere Spa and she made sure to get her old masseur Tim Weston. 

She wasn’t going there for the sex, it was just for the human contact. 

 

Almost the moment Tim Weston started working for the old Spa Hotel and he set eyes on Samantha Hawkins for the first time he was instantly attracted to her, he thought she was gorgeous, small, dark and strikingly attractive with a really nice smile, and sad eyes and he couldn’t believe his luck that he was going to get to massage her lovely body.

Tim had the pleasure of running his hands over her silky skin once a month for three years and he was absolutely gutted when she stopped going after the Spa’s change of direction.

He assumed it must have been embarrassment, not wanting to be seen frequenting a den of iniquity, or maybe it was prudishness, or maybe she had found someone else, someone better, whatever it was it appeared to be all over.

 

Tim got to the Spa early as usual and after exchanging pleasantries with Agnes on reception he checked his client list for the day, he had three that morning and the final name on the list made him do a double take, he hadn’t had his hands on her glorious body for two years and he was thrilled to see she was returning.

 

29 year old Samantha Hawkins was driving her Citroen Saxo through the beautiful Downshire countryside of the Finchbottom Vale on her way to the village of Pangmere on the Finchbottom Road.

She was travelling from the home in Childean that she shared with her husband Derek and a live in nurse called Martha.

 

The reason for her journey was to reacquaint herself with the strong hands of Tim Weston that she last felt on her flesh 2 years earlier at Yvonne’s Makin’s Spa Hotel.

Sam hoped that her sojourn might fulfil a need but she was adamant that she wasn’t going to the House of Fun for the sex but she did get turned on regardless in anticipation of her visit.

 

Whereas most of the visitors to the House of Fun wanted to be either, restrained, beaten, spanked, wanked, noshed, gobbled or fucked, or indeed any combination of the above, all Samantha wanted was a simple massage.

 

It wasn’t that Sam didn’t fancy Tim, she did in a big way, but she loved her husband and she had to remain faithful to him, they had made their vows which had never been broken and she could never get romantically of sexually involved with anyone no matter how sexy she might think they were.

 

When she pulled into the car park there was nothing on the outside of the hotel which in anyway indicated what went on inside it. 

All she could see was that the car park was full which to her mind meant there were a lot more perverts in Downshire than she realized.

 

Tim attended to his first two clients, a skinny middle aged spinster from Finchbottom and a very muscular twenty year old shot putter from Sharpington, neither of whom gave rise to any sexual gratification on his part.

But the moment he saw Samantha again he felt a stirring in his loins.

She had been one of his regulars for three years and he was pleased to see she still had a gorgeous body, and he had missed touching her and further more Samantha had missed being touched.

 

Although Samantha Hawkins personal life had taken a tragic turn in the form of Derek’s accident, in her professional life her writing career went from strength to strength and her star was very definitely in the ascendency.

Her successful writing career meant that she could work from home and be close to her husband.

Outside of her family home her literary success was universally well received, her publisher loved it, her agent loved it, the bank manager was ecstatic about it but for her it was scant consolation for effectively losing her husband but she took the positives where she could find them.

Ironically, for a woman who hadn’t had a cock inside her for seven years, she earned her living writing erotic romances “bodice rippers” or as her agent called them “Trouser ticklers”.

So you would have thought that a purveyor of slutty novellas would have been right at home at Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun.

 

When she pulled into the car park there was nothing on the outside of the hotel which in anyway indicated what went on inside it. 

All she could see was that the car park was full which to her mind meant there were a lot more perverts in Downshire than she realized.

 

She walked into reception and it still looked quite normal, she spoke to a skinny thirty-something woman behind the desk, Agnes according to the name badge and was then escorted to the massage cubicles by a pretty young girl called Emily.

It was only after leaving Reception that the true nature of what went on at the House of Fun was revealed as they walked down a busy corridor where they passed an assortment of what could have been guests or staff, many of them dressed in costumes, there was a girl dressed as Bo Peep, two others in roman toga’s and a forth dressed from head to toe in black leather as well as several nor wearing very much at all.

This shouldn’t have caused a writer of smut like her to raise an eyebrow but she found herself quite shocked and a little horny. 

 

She was certain sure that if she spoke to some of the staff she would get some great material for her books so she made a mental note to herself to investigate that possibility, maybe even interview Yvonne Makin herself.

She and her staff would surely have a wealth of lurid tales to tell.

 

Emily delivered her to the Sauna and massage suite and showed her where the showers, changing rooms and lockers were.

“You’re in room 3 when you’re ready” Emily said

“Thanks Emily” Samantha said and didn’t bother to say that she knew the drill.

 

When she had undressed she slipped a toweling robe on and folded her clothes, she couldn’t help noticing her knickers were wet, so she smiled as she put them on the pile and then she put her things in a locker and walked across to cubicle 3.

Tim attended to his first two clients, a skinny middle aged spinster from Finchbottom and a very muscular twenty year old shot putter from Sharpington, neither of whom gave rise to any sexual gratification on his part.

But the moment he saw Samantha again he felt a stirring in his loins.

She had been one of his regulars for three years and he was pleased to see she still had a gorgeous body, and he had missed touching her and further more Samantha had missed being touched.

 

There was what would prove to be the first of the embarrassed silences that would be threaded through the session.

They both suspected there would be a distinct awkwardness after such a long lapse in time and the nature of the establishment being so different and they were correct and little or no converse passed between them.

Tim looked at her in an appraising way as she got onto the table, she was still as striking as she was when he last saw and her 5ft 4 inch figure was still stunning.

Her shoulder length black hair danced across her shoulders and shimmered.

She lay naked on the table and he perused her lovely arse and her great legs, but he only got the briefest glimpse of her tits.

“It’s nice to see you back at the Spa again” he said

“Thank you” she replied “it’s nice to be back.

Samantha let out an audible sigh when his hands touched her, she hadn’t felt the touch of a man’s hands on her skin for two years and it instantly made her wet.

“You’re very tense” He said

“I know that will be the pressure of work I have a deadline fast approaching” She lied, she was tense because she was like a coiled spring.

Her lie was followed by another embarrassed silence, he knew what kind of books she wrote and furthermore she knew that he knew.

Another ten minutes passed in silence and she was enjoying the massage so much that she came, silently.

“Will you be coming once a month?” Tim asked her

“What?” she asked alarmed, thinking that he may have noticed her joy, or perhaps heard her fanny farting.

“Will you be visiting the Spa once a month like before?” he clarified

“Oh yes I see what you mean” she sputtered “Yes I think so”

She was relieved that he hadn’t noticed her Cumming but the fact that she’d cum in front of him made her even hotter and it wasn’t long before she quietly came again.

 

“All done Mrs. Hawkins” Tim said and turned his back to her while she put on her robe.

“Thanks Tim” she said “That was wonderful, I forgot how good you were”

“That’s kind of you to say” he replied “I’m glad you enjoyed it”

 When she was back in her robe she said

“I will see you again next month then”

“I’ll look forward to that” he replied “Let me walk you out”

“That’s ok” she said “I know the way”

“Bye then” he said

“Thanks again” she called back to him, and he was sure he heard her let out a sigh.

 

Samantha really enjoyed the massage and the resulting joy but she was desperate to have a cold shower, which she hoped would keep her just below the boil until she got home to her toy box. 

 

Meanwhile Tim was feeling very pleased with himself, firstly because he got his hands on Samantha’s glorious body again and secondly because he made her come, twice.

It was not unusual for him to have that effect, a lot of his ladies did, in fact he even made a man cum once, which was quiet unpleasant.

But he enjoyed it when he did it with the women.

The problem was that he had enjoyed it a little too much and now his balls were aching so there was only one solution to that particular problem and that was to go and have a wank.

 

But before Tim could go and wank himself limp in the shower he had to complete the form on his computer for the session with Samantha and then he would send it to reception for Agnes to complete the billing.

 

While Tim was completing his clerical duties Samantha was already in the shower washing the lust of her gorgeous body and trying to resist the temptation to flick herself off.

 

When Tim had sent the completed form to reception he headed towards the shower, and as he always did when he needed to relieve his tension he went to one of the disabled showers which were more spacious and had a single shower and a lockable door.

 

So he walked briskly across to the shower block wearing only a towel wrapped his middle and without hesitating entered the first vacant shower room, which was still steamy from the previous occupant.

 

He walked in and closed the door and then paused to lock it but he realized the lock was broken, but by that stage he had past the point of no return, he had to either wank himself off or his balls would explode.

Tim took a single step towards the cubicle when Samantha Hawkins stepped naked from the shower, with water dripping from her deep pink, fully erected nipples and running down her beautiful firm body to her thick black triangle before in turn dripping off her pubes.

He didn’t know how long he stood staring at her beautiful naked flesh but it was for much longer than he should have but he struggled to avert his eyes.

Then he suddenly said,

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t think, I’m so sorry”

At which point Sam grabbed the towel and covered herself and Tim headed hurriedly out the door repeating

“Sorry, sorry, I’m so sorry” Until he reached the sanctuary of room 3 where he took his towel off and glanced down.

“Oh fantastic, you’re still there, that’s just what I need” he said to his erection “I don’t know what you think you’re doing, that was very embarrassing you should be as limp as a lettuce leaf, not all hard and ready for action”

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

“I’m still going to have to deal with you in a minute” He said to him and then the door opened and Samantha walked in wearing her dressing gown and stared directly at his erect cock.

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

She had often imagined Tim naked and aroused, and she was not disappointed with what she saw, his physique was every bit as good as she hoped, strong and muscular, but his cock was a different matter, that was much larger than she anticipated.

So 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.

Without taking her eyes off his cock she walked towards him and kissed him.

As they kissed, 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.

Tim placed his other hand on one of her wonderful breasts and then she surprisingly employed her other hand on her thick black bush and started fingering her pussy.

They continued to kiss and then after what seemed like an eternity she pushed him back violently so he was sitting on the table, she stood in front of him and sucked the grease off her finger before she climbed on his lap and in one fluid motion slid her hot cunny down his shaft.

Tim let out a gasp and Samantha released a long soft moaning sigh in response to the first length of cock she had received for seven years.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time” Samantha 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 loudly with each penetration, her lips sliding from the tip of his shaft down to the root greasing his balls with every stroke.

Suddenly Samantha stopped kissing him and pushed him backwards saying,

“Get on your back”

Then she gave him two slow liquid strokes on his shaft before she crawled along his body until her creamy cunny was in reach of his tongue, its open petals inviting him to taste their salty tang and he eagerly obliged by starting at the tender flesh between her anus and her pussy, but in an instant he was tasting her juice and sucking on her flesh.

It wasn’t long before she was writhing on his face with pleasure as he devoured her flesh until she shuddered and moaned in noisy orgasm.

All of a sudden she was off him again scrambling off the table and crawling onto a neighboring one.

Samantha draped herself on the table with her legs spread wide displaying her swollen lips, while her gash oozed her tangy juice.

“Now you can fuck me,” Samantha said and giggled.

All of a sudden she was off him again scrambling off the table and crawling onto a neighboring one.

Samantha draped herself on the table with her legs spread wide displaying her swollen lips, while her gash oozed her tangy juice.

“Now you can fuck me,” Samantha said and giggled.

Tim rapidly crawled off the bed and then slowly crawled up her kissing her soft belly, her plump tits, pausing to suck on her teats before he reached her mouth and when their tongues engaged in passionate combat his throbbing cock homed in on her wet crack like a guided missile or perhaps that should be a 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 both sped on and on until they reached maximum velocity and they both exploded in utter ecstasy.

Tim rolled off her and there they lay exhausted and spent for an indeterminate period until he looked at her and said

“Was that worth waiting for?”

“Oh God yes” she replied still panting.

“If I had done it sooner it wouldn’t have been like that,”

It was the seven years of abstinence and frustration that built her up to that explosive crescendo.

 

She felt guilty of course, she was a married woman, and she loved Derek with all her heart, she had tried so hard to remain faithful but she came off the wagon in a big way.

“Have you ever wanted to?” she asked “with me I mean”

“Since the first day you came here” he admitted

“Why didn’t you then?” she asked

“I was too scared” he replied

“What about you?”

“I didn’t because I’m married, and I thought it would be a betrayal, but I was weak” she said “And in the end all it took was a look at your cock, that’s how weak I am”

“So you feel guilty then?”

“I should do” she replied “but you just gave me something that Derek can never give me again”

 

They lay in silence after her revelation and shortly afterwards Sam drifted off to sleep whereas Tim stayed awake with his arm around her and he was feeling very pleased with himself.

He had plenty of time before his next massage so he was happy to enjoy the afterglow.

He wasn’t concerned about being discovered because Yvonne turned a blind eye to the staff having sex on the premises during work hours, after all doing what they did all day, they were bound to get a bit horny.

So she was happy as long as her staff doing the business didn’t get in the way of the business.

 

As Tim listened to her steady breathing while he held her close to him his thoughts began to turn to a reprieve of their performance and hoped that she would be up for it as well.

As Tim listened to her steady breathing while he held her close to him his thought began to turn to a reprieve of their performance and hoped that she would be up for it as well.

When she stirred from her slumber she had a question for him.

“Why did you react the way you did when you saw me in the shower?” She asked

“Naked in the shower” he corrected her

“Ok naked” she agreed

“But why?”  She asked “you could have had be there and then, it wouldn’t have taken much persuasion”

So he told her the whole story, all about the way he felt about her when he touched her and ended by saying.

“And because I would have been taking advantage of the situation, of you”

“Oh”

“But as it turned out you took advantage of me which was much more exciting” he said and laughed

“Oh was it?” Sam said with a giggle “Well you haven’t said what you were doing in the shower when I was at my most vulnerable”

“Ah well…” he began and went scarlet and then she knew exactly what he went there for and exclaimed.

“You were going to have a wank weren’t you?”

“I…” he stammered

“You were?” she said triumphantly “You got so turned on massaging me that you needed a wank”

“Yes” he admitted

“So let me get this straight, I turned you on so much you were going to wank yourself off”

“Yes” he confirmed and after a short pause she said

“Cool, that’s really horny”

“Well as you’ve had a little dose and you’re feeling horny we have time to do it again” he said hopefully

“We could do that unless you would prefer to go for a wank” she said and laughed so hard she almost fell off the table.

He just looked down my nose at her and said

“Do you want to do it again or not?”

“Oh God yes” She said and when she had hold of his cock she added

“By the way, I was going to do myself as soon as I got home”

 

After another toe curling shag on the massage table it was settled that she would return to him once a month for a massage as she used to do, with two small provisos, the first one being that she got all the “extras” and the second was that she got them in one of the hotel rooms.

 

Tim had a new found confidence after finally fucking Samantha and so decided to chance his arm with some of his other fanciable clients and it was late in the afternoon on the following day when he had another of his regulars, Karen Clarke, who he had lusted over for almost as long as Samantha, kneeling on his table while he massaged her firm round buttocks with one hand while the other was frigging her pussy, or at least two fingers on it were.

There was a very satisfying audible squelching from Karen as a result of his double digit ministrations which were also eliciting some wonderfully pleasurable moans from her when the phone rang, he abandoned her buttocks and took the phone from his pocket with his dry hand and he saw it was Samantha.

“Listen Tim, I can’t wait for a month I’m horny now and it’s only been a day, can you fit me in tomorrow, the whole afternoon?”

“No problem” he said

“Fantastic” she said “I can’t wait, I’m getting wet already”

“There’s a lot of it about” he mumbled with his fingers still deep into Karen’s wetness.

“What was that Tim?” she asked

“Nothing, I’m just busy with a client” He lied

“If you’re sure its ok I’ll see you tomorrow, bye” and with that she hung up so he slipped his phone back in his pocket and looked at Karen fidgeting on the table, her cheeks jiggling as he fingered her pussy until he made her cum, big time.

Karen then wriggled backwards off the table and presented her oozing pussy to him at cock height inviting him to fuck her.

“I don’t mind if I do Ms. Clarke” as he wriggled out of his trousers and pants.

 

Having bent herself over the end of the table her hands gripped the edge and her ginger cunny was presented to him at perfect cock height so he wasted no time at all in spearing her and in an instant he was in her up to his aching balls.

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

Tim withdrew and paused momentarily but Karen was so impatient to have it back in her that she pushed her pussy back onto him until he was fully back inside her.

She moaned loudly and smiled smugly over her shoulder at how clever she had been in making him skewer her again.

Then he reached around and cupped her large white breasts and gave her another length and her hands gripped the sides of the table tightly to brace herself.

Karen gave great panting moans in response to each stroke and her head rolled from side to side as the frenetic pace quickened.

The table legs began to screech on the tiled floor and her knuckles showed white as they gripped the table harder with each thrust.

Tim had let go of her tits to grip the table himself to try and halt its progress across the tiled floor.

Her chest was heaving up and down as she neared the end and her moans had long since merged into one continuous whorish wail until the face peering back over her shoulder, contorted into an orgasmic grimace as her back arched and her whole body shuddered in a climactic crescendo and he lost control and in short pumping spasms he shot into her and she collapsed in a sweaty panting heap, and looked for all the world like the aftermath of an erotic buffet.

Tim slapped her buttock playfully and pulled out of her wet pussy and he smiled when he noticed the table had moved two feet from its original position.

 

“Now that’s what I call a proper massage” she said still draped over the table, when she had finally stopped panting

“You enjoyed it then” he said

“It was very adequate” she replied and chuckled, which made her buttocks wobble and then her fanny farted and she laughed more.   

“Adequate? Cheeky mare” he said and spanked her arse and she let out a yelp as his hand slapped a red handprint on her cheek and he chuckled.

“I’ll take you off the list then shall I?”

“No, no” she said with alarm and lifted herself up onto her elbows, but when she turned to look he was smiling.

 

After that day Karen Clarke’s name joined Samantha Hawkins on his special client list, a lustful list of sexy, frustrated women which would grow over the coming weeks and months until all he had were special clients.

 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (033) Sitting Pretty

 

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.

 

Mark had had a very stressful week and so on Saturday morning he was hoping for a bit of a lay in.

He had been invited to a Summer Ball and a Golf tournament but he had been so busy of late that he declined both invites.

What he planned to do instead was to sleep late and then spend the rest of the day doing very little.

However he was awoken earlier than planned, much earlier in fact, by the rattling of crockery from the kitchen and the sound of water running, a kettle being filling probably he supposed.

He looked at the clock and it was 6.05am and he had an unexpected houseguest, he didn’t know for sure who it was but he had a fare idea.

Mark got out of bed with a bit of a semi on, thanks to a vivid dream about a girl called Emily who he had shagged on a leather chair in her father’s study.

But because he had an idea who it was he decided on a shower before meeting his guest.

 

After showering he just threw on his robe and wandered downstairs but as he approached the kitchen he suddenly hesitated as he caught sight of Cousin Karen sitting on the kitchen counter completely naked and she was fingering herself.

Mark and his cousin Karen had been fuck buddies for the ten years since the time they were on a family holiday in Spain when Mark Osborn, was a few weeks short of his nineteenth birthday popped his sixteen year old cousin Karen’s cherry.

Mark didn’t want to embarrass her so he did the gentlemanly thing and watched her through the crack in the door as she fingered her crack.

The semi he had from his dream of Emily had turned to a full on boner.

Karen of course wasn’t fazed or embarrassed as he walked into the kitchen, nor did she stop what she was doing.

“What are you up to then?” he said walking up to her and kissing her full on the mouth. “Apart from the obvious”

Karen was still fingering her crack so with her free hand she reached inside his robe and grabbed his swollen cock.

“How long have you been watching?” she asked between kisses

“Long enough” he replied

“Oh yes it is” she purred and pulled it towards her pussy

But Mark wasn’t ready to go in her just yet, so he knelt before her shaven pussy and noshed on her juicy cunt, which after her delicious self-abuse was very juicy indeed and so it didn’t take long for him to take her to climax and he was soon stood in front of her again and this time he let Karen plug his cock into her juicy cunny and with her legs hooked behind his arse and her arms locked around his neck he fucked her hard, which is what she wanted, a good hard fucking.

And just at the point they both came, the Microwave pinged.

 

They sat at the kitchen table, both naked, drinking coffee,

“What are you doing here anyway?” he said

“I was on my way to Mum and Dads for the weekend when I got really horny and I thought who do I know around here that can scratch my itch?”

He nodded

“But no one was home so I came here” then Karen laughed; in fact she laughed so hard she spilled some coffee.

“You don’t want seconds before you go then?” he asked so she stopped laughing and took him by the hand and led Mark upstairs to bed were they had a much more leisurely fuck.

Karen was back on the road to her parents by 9.00am and Mark went back to sleep and didn’t wake again until after one.