Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (17) Mismanagement

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

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

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

In fact everything at the House of Fun was steamier.

 

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

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

 

In fact the business had become so successful that it was beginning to impact on her sex life, which was not an inconsiderable one.

Especially following the occasion of her 52^nd birthday when she received a birthday treat from a man half her age, Paul, who continued to keep her well and truly serviced.

But with the business going from strength to strength it demanded more and more of her time and energy which then impacted on her love making time.

 

So she decided on a recruitment drive and one of the positions she was keen to fill was that of Assistant Manager who could relieve her of some of the more mundane duties, leaving her with the time to stroll the corridors in her customary form of dress, skirt, top, stockings and no knickers and sticky lips or even better than that, sliding her sticky lips down Pauls cock and greasing his balls.

 

Many of the staff from the old business stayed on to give the new trade a go, most of them merely continued in their old roles, cook’s, laundry staff, waiters, waitresses, cleaners, bar staff, housemaids, and maintenance staff.

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

For example Ingela Carrington worked in housekeeping and she started there straight from school and after 10 years Yvonne rewarded her with a promotion to Head of Housekeeping and increased her workforce by 10 and a week later she appointed Alan Wade as Assistant Manager and he was an instant hit with everyone, because he was young, 28 years old, tall dark and handsome, physically fit, well-toned and had a reputation as a lothario which had preceded him and with his roving eye and his propensity to think with his dick he thought the House of Fun would suit him very well.

But he hadn’t expected to get his new job off to a flying start when he shagged the head of housekeeping in an upstairs closet.

Which was not a very auspicious start to his new position although shagging in an upstairs cupboard was a new position.

 

Alan had noticed her among the group of staff, dressed in her official uniform of a blue skirt and jacket with a crisp white blouse.

She was five foot eight with short black hair, in a pixie cut, mesmerizing green eyes and a very decent figure with a pert arse and disproportionately large breasts and very acceptable legs.

Ingela was 26 years old and divorced and because she worked long hours she didn’t get enough sex outside of work which was why she had to get it at work.

 

When he went on his walkabout around the House of Fun he could see Ingela as soon as he walked into the lounge and she began flirting with him almost immediately. 

“Hello” he said “I was just looking for someone to show me around”

“Well I need the loo first” she said and picked up her bag “But I’ll do it with pleasure”

“Ok” he said and five minutes later she returned looking flushed

“We can go now” She said and strode off

“Great” he said and broke into a jog to follow her as Ingela led him up the main staircase.

Once he had caught up with her she led him down a corridor, through a door that said staff only, down another long corridor until finally arriving at another door.

She stopped and indicated he go in and when he went through the door and he found himself in a cupboard, the door closed behind him and the light went on to reveal it was a storage cupboard, and before he had the chance to ask what they were doing in a storage cupboard, Ingela was all over him, she already had her white shirt opened and she put his hands on her generous tits, and she had no bra on, why wasn’t she wearing a bra? He was sure she had one on that morning when she was flirting with him.

And almost the second she placed his hands on her breasts her tongue was straight in his mouth and almost down his throat and she was using both of her hands to extricate his prick from his trousers.

When she had finally debagged him and released his cock she was quickly on her knees and taking him in her mouth, which she did with no encouragement from him.

Ingela sucked him up to full arousal and so he pushed her head back to allow him to withdraw from her mouth, and she scrambled to her feet and after wiping her dribbling lips on her arm she kissed him again.

Alan pushed her back against the door and yanked her skirt up her thighs so he could get his hands under her hem and gripping it in both hands he pulled it sharply upwards so the entire skirt was then around her waist but when he turned his attention to her knickers, but he discovered she wasn’t wearing any.

Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck and she was panting loudly in his ear, so he reached around and got a firm grip on each buttock and lifted her up so her obviously syrupy fanny was at a height to receive the erection she had so skilfully supplied and once achieved he slid effortlessly into her hot cunny

“Ohhhhh God” she uttered as Ingela’s legs locked around his middle and he banged her against the door and her bum cheeks slapped against the veneer.

 

That first day in an upstairs storage cupboard very definitely set the benchmark for their relationship which involved a lot of passion and sweat, little conversation and a lack of underwear on her part.

It was an arrangement that suited them both, she was as much of a slut as he was and neither of them were the Lovie Dovie sort.  

Nor was their relationship mutually exclusive, they were fuck buddies and no more. 

 

Yvonne was very pleased with her new appointee and her new head of housekeeping and had she been aware that they were banging each other’s drums she wouldn’t have been concerned.

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

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

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

But she was tolerant of her staff’s foibles providing the work got done and the fact was that between the two of them they had the place running like clockwork.

Which of course meant she was free to satisfy her own urges either with her young man Paul or on her own in a voyeur room.

 

Whenever Alan or Ingela were horny, which was often, they would take their pleasures where they found them but quite often they sought each other out to slake their horny thirsts.  

A lot of the times they got together it was just a good old fashioned nerve tingling fuck, but they were not averse to role playing rather than just getting down and dirty in a quiet corner.

 

So when she got to the end of her shift late one Saturday night and she had struck out on her prowl around the halls she ended up in Alan’s office.

She turned the handle and pushed open the door hoping to find him sitting in his chair, completely naked and sporting a huge erection,

But alas when she got in the room the cupboard was bare and there was no sign of a bone.

But as she returned to the hall more than a little crestfallen she heard his dulcet tones so she decided to go back in wait.

 

Alan Wade had also been prowling the halls in search of a suitable recipient of his lust but all he had to show for his sojourn was an ache in his balls and lazy lob on in his pants.

So when he returned to his office he fully expected to lock the door and knock one out.

But as he dropped the latch on is door his nostrils detected a familiar scent in the room.

So after locking the door behind him he walked towards his desk and called

“Ingela?”

And a grinning face appeared from behind a filing cabinet.

“Hi” she said and the stirring he had felt earlier had now been replaced with a full-blown erection.

 

Ingela was dressed pretty much the same as she had been when they first met, a few months earlier before she went to the loo to remove all her underwear, but at that moment she still had knickers on under her woolly tights.

Alan walked over to her and placing a hand on each side of her face he angled her face upward and kissed her eager lips.

“So what brings you to my office at this late hour?” he asked

“To the headmasters study you mean” she corrected him

“Oh! The headmasters study” he mused as he realized what she had in mind and then he took her by the hand and he took her over to his desk where he could punish Ingela without being interrupted.

“How naughty have you been?” he asked

“Very” she replied

““Six of the best” naughty?” he enquired

“No, I’m twice as naughty as that” she said coyly

“Twelve?” Alan asked and Ingela nodded.

He slipped his jacket off because he didn’t want to curtail the fun for the sake of being restricted in his movement, he intended to take his time punishing her and enjoying himself. 

 

“Time to begin” he said and took off her jacket, and that was when he realized the skirt he had seen below her jacket was actually a pinafore dress, which was quickly removed over her head.

Ingela giggled as she stood in front of him wearing a white blouse, woolly tights and court shoes.

“So Miss Carrington” he said sternly “you find something amusing?”

“No headmaster” she gasped “Sorry headmaster”

“I don’t think you’re sorry at all” he said and gave her a thorough appraisal

“I didn’t mean to giggle” she said defensively “honestly headmaster”

“Really?” he asked

“Honestly” she retorted

“I think you’re very naughty though,” he continued sternly

“I’m a good girl honestly” she said in a childlike voice

“Well I think you deserve a spanking,” he told her

“Ok sir” Ingela said resignedly

“The naughtiest girls need to be punished” he said

“Yes headmaster” she answered quietly

He took her by the hand again and made her bend her over the desk then he lifted the tails of her blouse away from her arse and pulled her tights and knickers down over her hips, exposing her perfect white buttocks.

“So now I’m going to give you twelve of the best you naughty girl” he said “and you must count”

So Alan gave her a firm crisp slap on one cheek

“One” Ingela said then he slapped the other cheek

“Two”

Then he slapped the first buttock again

“Three”

Then the second

“Four”

Then another crisp slap

“Five”

And then a harder one

“Six” she squealed and he went back to the first cheek again

“Seven” Ingela said through gritted teeth

Then he slapped her on the other cheek again

“Eight”

Then the first again

“Nine” the pitch of her voice grew higher and then the second cheek got a slap

“Ten” she barked almost in a scream then she got another crisp slap

“Eleven” and this time it was a scream.

Alan paused for the briefest moment before giving her a very hard spank to finish

“TWELVE” she yelled out as she came and this was followed by a long languorous sigh.

He moved behind her so he could admire his handiwork, he looked at her perfect cheeks, once round and white now mottled with a blue hued bloom like a glorious purplish crown of glory and then he allowed his hand to caress the round buttocks, his digits stroking the streaks left by his fingers.

From her perfect cheeks his fingers traced her shape to the top of her thigh and she squirmed as she let out another sigh.

He could see his handiwork 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 coarse wispy pubes of her lush bush and his swollen cock pressed itself hard against the fabric of his pants as his fingers parted her labia and elicited a divine moan.

When his forefinger entered the moist jewel in Ingela’s crown, she growled as he explored the creamy wetness of her hot pussy.
Alan 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.
The naughty little kitten purred like a cat as she was bent over the desk before him.

But as much as he was enjoying the moment he had an ache in his balls which had to be relieved.

He was stood directly behind her and he lifted the white shirttail, which had flopped down across her buttock when she came, as 

He uncurled the beast from his trousers and then Ingela took a deep breath and as he put his hands on the naked skin of her waist and she let the breath out again.

Alan ran his hands slowly up her back; he could feel her ribs beneath his fingers and her heart thumping behind them.

His eager hands traversed her back before slipping around to cup her beautiful large round tits and toy with the perfect nipples and then he introduced his swollen cock to her waiting pussy and she gasped as he penetrated her and although she wasn’t as tight as he would have preferred she still had a very comfortable cunt.

His hands slipped down to her hips as he continued and the cheeks of her arse were quivering with each penetrating stroke into her hot cunny.

Alan was relishing his task as he went into Ingela again and again and with every deep penetration she let out little high-pitched grunts until he could feel himself on the threshold and Ingela started to squeal louder and louder.

He banged into her again and again and her squeals turned to screams and ended with a screech of satisfaction when she went rigid and he finished inside the juicy head of housekeeping and he left his cock deep inside her until it twitched its last and they were both breathing hard as he pulled out of her and she let out a long satisfied sigh.

 

Alan flopped down exhausted in his leather chair and stared at Ingela’s wasted panting form still bent sluttishly over his desk and they remained it their respective positions in the same state of undress as during the act until he said

“You know you don’t need me to do that, we have professional here who could beat you with a riding crop”

“I know” Ingela agreed “but that’s just foreplay, to get me wet before you give me that”

She was nodding in the direction of his dwindling erection.

“Well there are attachments and accoutrements that come quite close to cock that you can satisfy yourself with” he informed her

“It’s not the same as real flesh and blood cock though” She retorted.

 

“You don’t even need foreplay, Look on the Internet, the computer is full of things to get you wet, and you do have a computer don’t you?” he asked

“Yes and I do look at sexy sites, but it’s not real” she responded

“Well you can use the voyeur rooms” he offered, “it doesn’t get any more real than that”

“I know, I’m already addicted to them” Ingela confessed “And I have a whole array of electronic stuff to play with”

“I hope it’s the kind of electronic stuff that I’m imagining” Alan said and Ingela giggled when he added “I would like to see that”

“You dirty boy” she said

“Well whenever you want a real flesh and blood cock inside you just come and knock on my door” he offered.

“I will bear that in mind Mr. Wade” she said as she slithered off his desk.

Ingela took a step but then remembered that her tights and knickers were still around her ankles and she giggled

“I forgot about those” she said before kicking them free of her feet.

Once she was free of her encumberments, she walked to the door and knocked on it firmly.

“So you want to avail yourself of my cock again already?” Alan asked

“If you think you’re up to the job” she retorted looking down at his limp dick as she unbuttoned her blouse to expose her glorious breasts surmounted by her proud aroused rosebud nipples.

When she was stood in front of him Ingela shed her blouse and leant forward with her hands on the back of his chair so he could suck on her nipples, which he did, taking each one in his mouth in turn and only relinquished them when they were swollen and misshaped and covered in his saliva.

“Well I’ve made yours hard” he said as he stood up “Now it’s your turn to reciprocate”

They shared a long languid kiss and then he maneuvered her around until he could push her backwards so she plopped down in his chair.

“Ok” she said “Prepare to be reciprocated”

So Alan stood in front of her and she took him in her mouth before she rode on him in his leather chair.

 

They didn’t leave his office until 4am and were both completely spent.

But it wasn’t the last occasion that the Assistant Manager and the Head of Housekeeping burned the midnight oil in his office or hers.

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (16) Massaging Ego’s

 

Karen Young was struggling to find the perfect present for her widowed mother’s fiftieth birthday when her friend recommended an all-inclusive spa break at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel.

It sounded like a pretty good idea so she thought she would give it some further investigation.

But then another friend suggested the Pangmere Spa which had of course been transformed into the House of Fun. 

Karen thought that might be a far better option because she had been trying to get her mum back in the saddle for more than two years without success.

So she thought that maybe exposing her to the lustful atmosphere of Yvonne Makin’s establishment might relight the fire in her loins.  

 

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.

 

All though she didn’t know it Karen wasn’t wrong when she thought exposure to all the sin might relight her mother’s passions.

Yvonne Makin herself was a couple of years older and she could certainly testify as the effect the place has on a mature woman.

When she was running the small country Spa Hotel in the village of Pangmere with her husband Clive, she wasn’t getting very much and in all honesty wasn’t looking for any and that was because as much as she loved her late husband Clive, and missed his company, he was not, she had discovered since, very accomplished in bed. 

But since she made the transition from masseur to madam she couldn’t get enough and she was getting plenty.

And when she wasn’t doing it she was thinking about doing it especially as she patrolled the corridors of her domain in her customary form of dress, skirt, top, stockings and no knickers.

She enjoyed walking around without her knickers, especially when meeting important people, and even more so when she was suitably moistened by a good shag or the thought of a good shag, thoughts of the last cock or of the next one.

She had taken to doing it very soon after the House of Fun got going and it made her feel very sexy and her salacious thoughts almost always resulted in her rubbing herself off in the darkness of the voyeur rooms, it always made her smile when she emerged from the darkness and she thought about how often she did it.

At the age of 52 she masturbated more often than she did when she was a teenage girl, almost permanently in heat.

There was a second reason why Karen thought the House of Fun was a good option and that was that she knew her mum would never have gone to a place like the Dancingdean Spa Hotel on her own.

In fact her mum would have insisted that Karen went along with her, so they could spend some quality time together doing girls stuff.

Well that wasn’t the kind of thing Karen had in mind for her time off, it wasn’t her kind of thing at all.

Julie’s daughter Karen wasn’t the rest and relaxation, detox kind of girl.

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

So it would have been with some trepidation that she would have agreed to accompany her mum.

However they weren’t going to the Dancingdean Spa Hotel they were going to Yvonne Maskin’s House of Fun and that was much more up Karen’s street.

 

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

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

When they arrived Karen was in the very best of spirit’s, she hadn’t been able to sleep the night before because she kept have dirty dreams.

To her mind there were much more enjoyable ways of spending her days off than babysitting her mother, so once she got her mum fixed up she could sort herself out, cock wise.

Because as much as she loved her mum she wasn’t exactly the type of company she was interested in but she resolved to make the best of it and try to get her monies worth, it was Julies birthday treat after all, she just hoped there would be a treat for her too along the way.

 

They were greeted in reception by a very stern looking young woman with short brown hair, her plainness was accentuated by the three facts, firstly she wore glasses which she peered superciliously over the top of, secondly she wore black, like a witch and the last thing was that she didn’t smile much but when she did it was dazzling and completely disarming.

She also ogled both women quite unashamedly and showed no signs of stopping and probably wouldn’t have had she not had to excuse herself to answer the phone.

 

She was replaced almost immediately by a very attractive specimen of a man and Karen’s spirits rose.

He was over six feet tall, lean and muscular, very good looking and well groomed, he was manicured and pedicured, toned, tanned and smelt like a perfume counter and so, naturally Karen marked him down as gay.

“Good morning ladies” the very attractive specimen of a man said with the faintest hint of a French accent.

“Good morning” they replied in unison

“We have a booking in the name of Young” Karen said

“Ah the “Young” sisters” he said

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

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

“That will be fine” Karen said

“Will you be our guide?” Julie asked hopefully

“Alas no madam” he said “Your guide will be Emily Riley”

“What a shame” they said in unison

“Now of course with your lovely pale skin you two will need to stay in the shadows on such a hot day” He said.

Karen smiled and her mum blushed at the compliment.

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

“You can check my skin anytime” Karen said

“I’ll bare that in mind” he said

 

“You’re a terrible flirt Karen” Julie said

“You’re not bad yourself” she retorted

“Nonsense I was just being friendly” Julie said “But you were definitely flirting”

“I know” she confessed, “although I don’t see it as flirting so much as advertising”

“You are an absolute shocker” Julie said and giggled

 

They went upstairs to their rooms, Karen decided on individual rooms rather than a suite because she was hoping very much to get lucky.

After quickly depositing their bags they headed back downstairs to meet Emily Riley for the tour.

 

Emily Riley was a sweet young girl of five foot nothing with and an angelic countenance and over the next hour she made sure they got to see all the facilities and got a look at the full range of what was on offer, fitness classes, a gym, rock sauna, infra-red sauna, aroma steam room, ice fountain, drench showers, Jacuzzi, a Romanesque pool, Reflexology, facials, scalp massage, hand massage, Manicure and Pedicure you name it they had it.

While Julie was admiring the pool Karen asked

“Where’s the dirty stuff?”

“I’m sorry?” Emily said

“This is all very lovely but where does the fun happen?” Karen whispered

“Oh I’m sorry” she said “as you’re Mother and Daughter or Daughter and Mother, Jean-Claude suggested the sanitised tour”

“Oh I understand”

“So would you like to see the “dirty stuff”?” she asked

“God yes” Karen exclaimed “And I want to see the look on her face when she sees it”

“It’s very nice here isn’t it” Julie said as they walked through the marbled splendour of the sauna and massage suite.

“Yes its lovely” Karen agreed and then Emily led them though a set of louvered doors and into a different world.

The first sight to behold was a middle-aged man wearing studded leather and he was being taken for a walk on a lead attached to a collar around his neck.

Julie opened her mouth to speak and then closed it again because the corridor was full of unusually dressed people, so she imagined it must be a convention of some kind.

Karen watched her and was a little disappointed that there wasn’t more of a reaction.

“Let’s go in one of the viewing rooms” Emily suggested “Callum McDonnell is just about to do his thing”

The two women nodded their agreement and they followed Emily and sat down in voyeur room 3 in which a young man was preparing the scene on the other side of the glass and when he was satisfied that everything was where it should be, he stripped off.

“Oh my good God” Karen exclaimed “That’s absolutely huge”

The man they were watching was Callum McDonnell who was the 6ft 4 inch former Hotel gardener, gently spoken, good looking and very muscular man, with a huge cock and hands like shovels.

Neither Karen nor Julie noticed his hands, they couldn’t take their eyes off his huge flaccid cock.

After a couple of minutes a young redheaded woman, around Karen’s age, entered the room dressed as a nurse.

Callum then bent the girl over his knees, pulled her navy blue tights and knickers down and spanked her lily white cheeks with his shovel like hands and when her cheeks weren’t lily white anymore he fingered her wet ginger haired crack.

As a result Karen was getting really hot and wet and Julie was herself getting uncomfortably horny.

Emily glanced at the two women and smiled because she knew that they hadn’t seen anything yet.

Because when the girl rose from his lap they could see that the nurse wasn’t the only thing that had risen.

The man’s flaccid cock was no longer flaccid and the nurse quickly enveloped it with her ginger pussy.

Which was when Julie could take no more and got up and rushed for the door.

“Are you all right?” Karen asked as she followed her

“What kind of a place have you brought me to?” Julie asked

“I’m sure it’s not all like that” she said

“Let’s go and have a massage”

“I’m going to my room” Julie snapped, and when she got to her room she planned on massaging her minge until her toes curled.

She hadn’t been so turned on for years and she couldn’t get the image of Callum’s huge cock out of her head, she had never seen one so large and she found herself envying the ginger nurse.

Julie Young was a Doctor and she’d seen her fair share of men’s cocks, big ones, small ones, white, black, brown, fat, thin, circumcised and tattooed but she had never seen a cock like Callum’s.  

After her mum had gone off, Karen assumed that she had upset her, but the truth of the matter was that she was embarrassed not by what she saw but by what seeing it did to her, no daughter should have to witness her mother wetting her knickers.

She watched her mum walk away and then went back in the voyeur room to see the end of the show and by the time the nurse had removed her ginger quim from Callum’s cock Karen was tenser than before she and her mum arrived and no amount of relaxing activities were going to alter that situation because Callum’s huge cock had left her as horny as hell.

 

She should perhaps have gone to check on her mum at that point but she thought she should leave it for an hour, she did seem rather upset so Karen went off to the Gym to try and relieve some of her sexual tension before apologising to Julie.

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

While she was swimming Karen noticed she was not alone, and wondered what it was that brought another soul to the pool.

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

“Did you enjoy your swim?” Jean-Claude said as he exited the pool.

“Yes” she replied “It was very relaxing”

“Really?” he said

“So have you finished for the day?” she asked hopefully thinking he must have finished if he had time to swim.

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

“Clients for what?” Karen asked

“Massage” he replied

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

“Ok” he agreed

 

He led her into his room and said

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

Karen let the towel fall from her shoulders and kicked it aside once it hit the floor, then she untied the halter behind her neck and brazenly let the front fall away exposing her small breasts with their pink nipples, clearly aroused.

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

But Jean-Claude’s eyes fell upon the shock of hair forming the delightful brown triangle.

Eventually Karen climbed onto the table and lay face down on the towel Jean-Claude had prepared.

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

“That feels nice” she said

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

“Hmmm” she responded as he applied more pressure

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

“What’s that called?” she asked

“Tension release” Jean-Claude replied and then he kneaded her plump little buttocks and then slid his thumbs downward

“Oh God” Karen gasped “What’s that called”

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

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

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

Then he pushed her thighs wide open until she was completely accessible to him and she squirmed in response to his touch and she was so distracted by his attention that she didn’t notice him climb on the table.

Finally Jean-Claude grasped her hips firmly and said

“And this is called splitting the cicada”

And he penetrated her.

“Oh yes” she said “That’s just what I wanted”

It was a slow measured fuck gentle and sensual which ended in a mutually satisfying orgasm.

 

When they had finished he climbed off her

“That was bloody marvelous” Karen panted

“You should advertise that on the website”

“No” Jean-Claude said “that I reserve only for my special clients”

“In that case” Karen said rolling onto her back

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

“Later” he said “I have to work now, but I assure you I will give you more later”

 

After they separated Julie went back to her room and quickly got down to scratching her itch and although she proficiently brought herself to climax when she left the room again she had the nagging ache of unfinished business in her loins.  

However she decided she should go in search of her daughter and maybe get a closer look at that monster cock.

But when she reached the top of the stairs she saw something that added even more moisture to her already lathery lips.

It was Jeremy Roberts, he was triage nurse at the Winston Churchill Hospital, ten years her junior, recently divorced, drop dead gorgeous and a definite contender as the donor of the first cock inside her for two years.    

“Oh Goody, just what the Doctor ordered” Julie whispered, “I’m so horny”

“Jeremy” she said

“Oh Doctor Young, what a surprise” he responded “I wasn’t expecting to see you here”

Jeremy really wasn’t expecting to see her or anyone else he knew for that matter, least of all a woman that terrified him and turned him on in equal measure.

“No need for formality, Jeremy just call me Julie” she said and took hold of his arm “Lets discuss it over a drink”

“Well um” he protested

“Good man” she interrupted “This way Jeremy”

And then she frogmarched him to the door of her room and as she swiped the key card the simmering fire in her loins was reaching boiling point.

“Here we are” she said and virtually dragged him into the room.

“Make yourself comfortable” she said and went to the bathroom.

When she emerged from the bathroom she was as good as naked.

Most of her clothes were strewn about the bathroom floor the only thing she still had on was a cardigan which was not quite long enough to conceal her bush.

Her breasts were just about covered and her erect nipples and a single button appeared to be the only things holding the garment in place.

“Sorry to keep you” she said closing the distance between them

“Oh Doctor” he said eyeing her up and down “I wasn’t expecting this”

“Never mind let’s get started on your medical, let’s start with your blood pressure” she said undoing his trousers with great manual dexterity and tugging his old chap out from the confines of his pants.

“Are you sure that you’re a proper doctor?” he said, “I don’t think that’s the way to check blood pressure”

“Trust me I’m a professional” She said and started tugging on his shaft “you’re in safe hands”

“Whatever you say doc” he answered and kissed her as all the while she was slowly manoeuvring him backwards.

He couldn’t go fast, firstly he was going backwards and secondly with his trousers at half-mast he could only shuffle like a penguin.

Jeremy kept going backwards until he felt something pressing against his calves and then Julie let go of his cock and pushed him sharply backwards.

To his great relief he landed on the sofa and Julie was instantly astride him.

“Now we need to increase your heart rate,” she said in a very lascivious way and she wrapped her arms around his neck and hoisted herself onto him.

His cock was so hard and her pussy was so wet and welcoming it took little more than Nano seconds for her cunny to completely engulf him.

“So far, so good” she exclaimed as he gripped onto her buttocks while she rose and fell on his shaft.

They kissed briefly and she snorted through her nose as she upped the tempo and when they stopped kissing Julie tongued his ear and he could feel her breath on his skin and heard her coarse rasping breaths as she moaned loudly in self-satisfied receipt of each length she took from him.

Julie had him pinned down and her arms were still wrapped tightly around his neck as she expertly rode him.

Jeremy released his grip on her fleshy cheeks and instead sought out her plump little tits and as he squeezed her breasts and toyed with her teats, her moans were growing louder as she raced towards orgasm.

As they reached the summit, she was tiring and he had to reluctantly abandon her titties and regain his previous hold on her arse in order to steady the ship as she drove on.

Through gritted teeth her hoarse panting in his ear told him she was desperately close and then with a yelp she cried out in orgasm and Jeremy came seconds’ later empting his aching sack into her.

They stayed locked in passions embrace for some time, panting hard.

“I think” she panted, “You’re in pretty good shape”

“I’m glad to hear it” he said and then Julie laughed lustily which made her muscles contract randomly around his shaft and caused his cock to twitch.

“Hmmm” they murmured

When Karen left Jean-Claude she was feeling very pleased with herself after the shag but very guilty about her mum, so she went straight upstairs.

Her first port of call was her room to change her knickers which she had leaked onto almost the moment she put them on.

 

With clean knickers on she walked to the adjoining door and opened it so she could talk to her mum but she was stopped in her tracks when she saw her mum was kneeling at the end of the bed with her arse on full display as she gripped on to the bedpost with both hands.

And she giggled as a man, that she didn’t recognise, walked up behind her and slipped his cock effortlessly into her mother.

Julie exhaled a low animal grunt as he went into her and Karen found it was compelling viewing.

 

His hands were grasping her hips while she held, white knuckled, onto the bed post and she pushed down onto him as she grunted ever louder with each successive penetration.

So with the length of stroke shortening her moans became more urgent, more guttural, and more animal until her mum’s whole body went into spasm as she came with a sensual scream and the unknown man grunted behind her and then as the pair collapsed onto the bed to lie in a panting heap Karen slipped back into her own room.

“Now it’s my turn” she said after having changed her outfit.

 

“Bonjour” she called as she walked into the cubicle

“Hi Karen” he responded, “Are you looking for me?”

“Yes I am”

“Do you have time for another treatment?” he asked

“Why do you think I’m here?” she replied and then she kissed him

“Where would you like it?” he asked between kisses

“Here will suffice” she replied, “I don’t want to wait any longer than necessary” as she rubbed her mound against the bulge in his trousers and she returned her attention to his mouth and her tongue darted in and out of his mouth as her hands undid his trousers and before long she was tugging on his cock.

After a moment or two she disengaged her mouth from his and turned around and bent over resting her elbows on the massage table and wiggled her round arse at him.

As she was clearly ready he shuffled up behind her like a horny penguin and began tugging her dress up over her arse, which was naked.

“Where are your knickers?” Jean-Claude asked

“In my pocket” she replied

“D’accord” he responded and undid the zip of her dress and slipped his hands inside and roughly groped at her tits while she rubbed her hind quarters against his cock.

But every time she was about to engulf him he withdrew and teased her until the fourth time when she looked over her shoulder at him as she rested on her elbows and pleaded with her eyes so he grabbed her hips and in one easy movement he penetrated her tight fanny and judging by her vocal response it was very much to her satisfaction.

He took hold of her tits and cupped them as he pounded on her creamy pussy, the sound of her arse cheeks slapping against his belly was like applause and the coarse moans were like encores.

So he pounded on her harder and faster.

The applause grew, Her vocalizing grew, The electric pace grew, and wobble of her tits grew until to rapturous applause and what sounded like a baying wolf calling, they both came and there she was spent and disgraced, bent over his massage table with his twitching cock inside her.

“I’m so glad we didn’t go to the Dancingdean Spa” she thought to herself and smiled.

GODDESS SEDUCTION

 

The first embrace

Of my seduction,

And the gentle passion

Of her kiss,

Quickened my pulse,

Electrified me.

Her unbuttoning my blouse

Met with compliance

And her hands,

As if gloved in velvet

Slid across my silken skin

Mapping my contours

Every sweep and curve of me

I felt her velvet touch

On my breasts

Teasing me, pleasing me

Tingling traversed my spine

Then warm breath, soft lips

On my proud pink tips

Before the moist heat

Of her warm honey mouth

Enveloped me

My mind was in a whirl

As this sensuous girl

Made love to me

An unknown sensuality

I never knew such a feeling

Erotic, toe curling

Getting me hot, getting me wet

I submitted to her

In guiltless acquiescence

As she undressed me.

Her lips began their journey

Kissing their way, to where?

Her mouth soft and tender

Traced in kisses

Around my ribcage 

Oh my god, to there

Will she kiss me there?

My body shivered, quivered.

My skin tingled

As I felt her breath

On the soft down of my belly

Should I let her?

Should I let her kiss me there?

I squirmed beneath her

My head swimming

My body burned for her,

Ached and yearned for her

I felt her breathe against my fur

Her cheek lay against my thigh

I yielded to the goddess

Opened like a portal

Delivered myself to her

In all my vulnerability

And she delivered ecstasy

Choice Tales from the Vale – (317) Doing the Domestic (Part 2)

 

“It must have rolled behind that”

“That” referred to a very large, oak and iron studded Victorian   Domed Steamer trunk that had belonged to one of Alex’s intrepid forebears.

So Gloria rushed over to the trunk, and standing on tiptoe she leant over the trunk and peered down the gap between the trunk and the wall, and Alex was just about to declare himself the hero of the hour and say he’d found the ring, which was now in his hand.
However the result of her positioning across the oaken domed lid presented him with a perfect view of her pale pink pants so he bit his tongue.

She was reaching down into the gap on the other side of the chest with her skinny arm, and each renewed thrust of her arm resulted in a delightful quiver of her tiny buttocks.

if he’d been a gentleman, or he hadn’t been so horny, he could have offered to find the ring for her, or just produce it from his pocket, but it would then have been denied him the lovely view of her pink clad buttocks jiggling before his lascivious eyes.

“It must be in here” she said thrusting her arm about some more
“Can you see anything from where you are?” she asked
“No I can’t see it yet” he replied, when he was actually seeing quite a lot from where he was.

Gloria wriggled forward slightly until her toes were off the floor and  more of her lovely arse became visible and then to his absolute delight, in an effort to prevent herself from overbalancing, her left leg shot out sideways and the resulting rearrangement of her buttocks caused her left cheek to become completely exposed as the knicker leg rolled between her cheeks, which cemented his arousal.

Alex could hear Gloria muttering as she wriggled once more on the log and wispy strands of dark curly hair appeared visible against her pale pink panties.

The revised tableaux before him told him three important things, firstly she kept her beaver wild and untamed, which was very sexy to him, second she was a natural blonde, not important in the general scheme of things but generally he did like the collar and cuffs to match and thirdly they had passed the point of no return, so he moved in closer.

“Can you see it yet?” Gloria asked in a muffled tone as she had her face so close to the gap that she had one cheek pressed against the oak and the other against the wall. 

“No not yet” he replied lustfully staring at her crotch, and then she performed another wriggle and there it was, he was staring libidinously at her glistening pink Minge.

“I can see it now” Alex said,
“Oh good, do you think you can reach it?”
“Oh yes Gloria, no problem, I’ll have my hand on it any second”
He said as he prepared his approach so he could slip two fingers straight between her lips before she knew what was happening.

“I’ve got it” he announced as his fingers entered her damp crack
“Oh Mr. Monroe, what…? Mm”
She was only slightly moist when he first fingered her gash but she lathered up very quickly to his ministrations and soon she was awash, however she started to wriggle backwards and at first he thought she wanted him to stop so he hesitated and prepared to withdraw his wet fingers, but to his delight she just wanted to gain some purchase, so her left hand gripped one of the brass handles and her right was now supporting her weight on the top of the trunk and Gloria then began rubbing her pussy against his static fingers.

As he continued she was moaning rhythmically to his touch and the tone of her moans was as syrupy as her pussy before he brought her to climax and it was time to fuck her.

As he continued to stroke her quim, he untied the belt on his bathrobe and tugged on his cock and exposed his purple helmet. 

Using his other hand Alex pushed his thumb inside the elastic of her panties and pulled the fabric aside to fully exposed her hairy cunny, and she moaned as he rubbed his knob along her wet slit and her juice glistened in the sunlight through the window, he repeated this several times and each time her moan grew louder, but he hesitated before penetration, he didn’t want to overstep the mark, partly because of his conscience and partly because he didn’t want to lose a good cleaner, but in the end she took the decision away from him, when she could wait no longer she wriggled back towards him like a fish and slid down his shaft, letting out the loudest moan of pleasure as he entered, and her velvet juices immersed his member like warm honey and she moaned audibly with pleasure.

Normally when taking a woman from behind he would reach up and yank her shirt from her waistband, scoop up the front of her bra and grope their ripe fruits, but as she was virtually flat chested he didn’t see any point.

Her moans gave way to more animal sounds as her pleasure grew ever more intense as his rhythm increased until she screamed, and with her body shuddering he shot into her, and with his cock still twitching inside her hot pussy, she relaxed and let out a long languorous sigh.

After a moment or two, he leant forward and kissed her on the neck and as he slowly withdrew his cock from her comfortable cunny, and Gloria sighed again.

As Alex wrapped the robe around him and tied the belt Gloria was still clinging onto the domed trunk, completely spent.

She was still periodically sighing as she lay in exactly the same position as when he pulled out of her and with each sigh her left leg twitched.

He smiled wryly and thought to himself as he stared at the exhausted Gloria and the bejeweled patch around her Minge that she was going to be uncomfortably wet while cleaning the St Claire’s, next door.

After a few minutes and several more satisfied sighs she slid herself off the trunk and her legs almost gave way, and she giggled.

The extent and depth of her convulsive orgasms had left her unsteady on her feet.

“Are you ok?” he asked

“Oh yes” she said and smiled coyly

Once she regained the full use of her legs she turned away from the trunk and was a little disheveled, but she eventually got herself redressed and relatively tidy although to Alex she definitely had the look of a woman, who had just had a good seeing to.

Gloria suddenly remembered her wedding ring, which she still thought was on the floor, however once on her hands and knees he could see clearly that her knickers were still well up her crack.

“I have your ring” he said and she got up

“Thank you” Gloria said and put the ring on and then straightened her clothes

“Knickers” he said

“What?” she quizzed so Alex put his hand up her skirt and squeezed her little cheek.

“Oh” she said, laughed and then blushed, then in a perfectly executed movement, not unlike a ballet step, involving her leg swinging sideways, both knees bending and the introduction of one hand up her skirt, her pants were reset to their original setting.

“I’d better get to work” she said now she was fully redressed

“Wait a minute,” he said

“What? What?” she said frantically rechecking her clothes

“What have I forgotten?” she said pleadingly

“This” Alex said and planted a kiss on her lips

“Oh” Gloria said, “I’m glad we didn’t forget that”

And then she kissed him back in a long warm liquid kiss and when they broke away, they smiled at each other briefly, then he opened the front door and she emerged into the sunlight.

As she walked to her car he could see she was still a little unsteady on her feet, which for some reason caused his cock to twitch and he thought that if they shared a very passionate sherry fuelled kiss next Christmas and she made it quite clear by her actions that she would  like it to lead somewhere, and he needed to be somewhere it would definitely be in her.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (317) Doing the Domestic (Part 1)

 

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.

Which he declined to do that night, though he agreed that he would when he thought she was ready.

 

Over the month or so 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.

 

On her last visit she was unable to compete fully in their usual assortment of slutty scenarios due to what is referred to in sporting circles as “a blood injury” so he made her strip down to her panties before she performed a toe curling blow job on him.

 

Afterward they were cuddled on the sofa beneath a slightly damp fluffy bath sheet enjoying the moment when she told him that her parents were taking her to Barcelona as a birthday treat.

And While Clarissa was away he couldn’t get her out of his mind, especially her oral performance on him, and recalling that left him incredibly horny.

Which was problematic because his usual cuddlesome peasants were not available, Sharon the Gardener now had an apprentice so opportunities to pounce on her ranged from limited to non-existent.

RSPCA Tracy Newton was on holiday in the West Indies, Dawn the barmaid was back in Abbottsford with her husband  and Newsagent Karen was only on the menu once a month and that time had come and gone until the following month, so he was having to satisfy himself, and he hadn’t masturbated as much since he was a teenager.

 

However, a couple of days before she was due to return he was woken by the sound of hoovering and his eyes were suddenly wide open, there was a women in the house, it was his cleaner.

Gloria Samson was not his ideal, but he figured as he was now sporting an erection “any port in a storm” so he was keen to introduce them to each other.

He could hear that she was still hoovering so he knew he had time to quickly jump in the shower.

 

The shower was wonderful, and he felt refreshed and invigorated, so he applied some cologne and threw on his bathrobe and made his way downstairs just as Gloria was exiting the kitchen.

“Hello” he said, and she almost jumped out of her skin

Gloria was very plain looking, with a large aquiline nose, and short blonde hair worn in a pony tail, she was also a very small woman, 5ft,  early thirties, stick thin, with no visible bust line at all, and no hips to speak of so from behind she looked like a boy, very nice legs though and tiny feet, for a grown woman anyway, and she was wearing a white T-Shirt, a short blue skirt and flat shoes.

She ticked none of his boxes sexually save for the fact that he was sporting an erection and she was stood in his hallway.

They did have a history of sorts as they had shared a very passionate sherry fuelled kiss the previous Christmas, which she made quite clear by her actions that she would have liked it to have lead somewhere, but he needed to be somewhere else, and that wasn’t in her.

“Oh my, you did give me a start” she said and became flustered when she noticed he was in a bathrobe, to the point that she dropped the rings she was in the process of putting back on her fingers, as she was finished for the day.

“Oh no, oh God I’m so clumsy” she exclaimed and got down on her hands and knees looking for them.

She found her engagement ring in an instant but her wedding ring was nowhere to be seen, and that was because it was under his foot

“It didn’t come this way” he lied “It must have gone in the lounge”

Alex was keen to get her in the lounge as he thought it the best venue for what he had in mind for her, but she didn’t cooperate.

“No I don’t think it did” Gloria said as she looked around the generously proportioned hall.

There weren’t many places it could hide but she looked under the telephone bench and the bureau and checked behind the two Jardinières before declaring

“It must have rolled behind that”

“That” referred to a very large, oak and iron studded Victorian   Domed Steamer trunk that had belonged to one of Alex’s intrepid forebears.

THEIR FIRST TIME

 

Safe in the darkness

Modesty abates,

Inhibitions melt away,

Mouths engage

Tongues employ,

Eager hands explore

In clumsy groping

Of eager young flesh.

Clinging together,

Writhing in unison,

Moaning, panting, gasping

The language of lust

Fluently uttered,

Peaking to imminent crescendo

With uncontrollable desire,

The throb and ache of want,

For final urgent coupling

In their gluttonous consumption

To attain satisfaction