Choice Tales from the Vale – (044) Stable Relationships

James Gardner was 25 years old and single and was what they used to call a twitcher, although nowadays they prefer to be called birders and he was staying at a bed and breakfast in Shallowfield.

A lot of avid bird watchers gravitated to the Finchbottom Vale.

He was a bit of a loaner so birdwatching was the perfect hobby for him.

He would have preferred not to be such a loaner but unfortunately he was a bit socially awkward, but mainly he was shy and liked to go unnoticed.

Which is difficult to do when you’re 6ft 4 with flaming red hair. 

On his third day in Shallowfield he was not up early but he did have an early riser.

He had gone to Shallowfield to indulge his passion for bird watching but he got distracted by birds of a different kind.

The first bird was a 21 year old horse woman by the name of Hester Marais-Schoeman, although he only knew her as Miss Snooty.

He had come across her in a clearing in the Dancingdean Forest where she was partially dressed and masturbating so he did the only thing he could under the circumstances and that was to shag her.

And it was the thought surrounding his shagging of Miss Snooty that led on to his next episode.

His filthy thoughts about shagging the girl with the horse girl resulted in him sporting a very striking erection which he had just decided he would take into the shower and deal with it.

However just as he got midway between the bed and the bathroom the maid, receptionist, waitress and all round dogs body Anna Gorska suddenly appeared at the door.

Anna was a year or two younger than James, short in stature a quiet mousy girl sitting in the corner, She had long straight brown hair and a rather plain, heavily freckled face, but lovely blue eyes, a cute nose and a thin-lipped smile, she also had nice legs ensconced in black shabby tights and she had tiny feet always which was a bonus for him.

And after Anna’s timely arrival there followed a delightful interlude which culminated in Anna screaming out in orgasm.

She clearly enjoyed it sufficiently that she ambushed him in his bathroom the next morning when she dealt with another of his early risers.

 

There was no repeat the following day however, as Wednesday was Anna’s day off at the B&B so being a really hard worker, on her day off she had another two jobs, one of which was as a cleaner at the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel.

Anna finished at 4pm and the plan was for him to meet her and he thought they might do it again somewhere, maybe in the woods.

He decided not togo too far a field as he wanted to preserve his energy as Anna was really sapping his strength.

He didn’t bother with the birdwatching instead he decided to go for a short walk so he wouldn’t be late to meet her.

 

As James headed down the Road through Shallowfield his legs were really feeling it, all of his sexual interludes had taken their toll and by the time he reached the top of the hill he had to stop to take a breather and a drink, then he made the longer and gentler descent.

Halfway down the road the rain came and so he took shelter beneath a tree for five minutes and then he got going again, but after another five minutes the rain came again only this time there were no convenient trees to shelter under.

But he did see some thirty yards or so ahead of him a stable block and thought even if it wasn’t the destination he was looking for when he left home that morning it was still the most likely source of shelter so he ran in that direction.     

Once he got close he noticed that the door was a jar so he pushed on it softly.   

“Hello” he called as the door opened.

And inside he was surprised to find Miss Snooty in the stable grooming her horse wearing only a baggy sweater and riding boots.

“Oh” she gasped “you”

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

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

“Really?” he quizzed “but you do have form though for naughtiness don’t you”

After that she got anxious and tried quickly to defend herself talking rapidly.

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

“Yes well I’ve seen you in wet jodhpurs before haven’t I?” he said

“That was different” she said coyly and blushed deeply “and I only did it that once honestly, I’m not a nutter”

And then almost as an after thought

“And it made my nipples sore”

She was referring to the time he had come upon the most interesting scene, where Miss Snooty stood beside her tethered beast, wearing her riding hat, a white shirt opened to the waist and was rubbing her naked breasts against the horse’s neck and shoulder.

She had one hand gripping the horse’s neck and the other one down the front of her open jodhpurs busily employed pleasuring herself.

“You were very naughty though” he said sternly

“But not now” she said childlike

“So you haven’t done anything that deserves a spanking then?” James asked

“N…”

She was about to say no but decided to leave the word unsaid perhaps she thought a spanking might be quite nice.

“What’s your name?” he asked

“Hester” she replied quietly

“I’m James”

He noticed a few hay bales stacked against the wall with horse blankets laying on them.

He sat down on the hay bail and lay his bag on the floor.

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

“So Hester I think you are the naughtiest girl I’d ever seen” he said

“Yes James” she answered quietly

He took her by the hand and bent her across his knee

 

James took Hester by the hand and bent her across his knee then he pulled the baggy jumper up over her hips and exposed her perfect little buttocks.

“I think six of the best is in order for a naughty girl” he said “you must count”

And he gave a firm crisp slap on one cheek

“One” Hester said

Then on the other cheek

“Two”

Then the first again

“Three”

Then the second

“Four”

Then another crisp slap

“Five”

And a very hard one to finish

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

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

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

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

His swollen cock was pressing hard into her belly as his fingers parted her labia eliciting a divine moan and when his forefinger entered her she growled and he explored the creamy wetness of her hot pussy.
He worked at her rhythmically and each stroke of her slippery slit brought another exquisite moan from her, and rubbing her clit brought yet another and then he felt her body spasm as she came.
The naughty little kitten purred like a cat as she lay across his lap and he was enjoying the moment and trying to decide how he would enjoy her some more when she was startled and quickly climbed off his lap and then looked intently at the door.

He turned and looked also and saw a girl standing in the doorway looking altogether flustered.

“That’s my friend Summer and she’s been a naughty girl too” Hester said triumphantly “she was watching us”

“Really?” He said to Summer and she nodded

“Well you know what that means?” he said and she nodded again

Then she quickly undid her boots and kicked them off and then almost ran across the stable and as she stood before him she undid her dungarees and they fell to the ground.

He gestured to her big blue knickers with his eyes and she quickly pulled them down to her knees exposing her beautiful fluffy bush before launching herself across my knee.

“Can I count James” begged Hester who was sitting a few feet away with her back to the wall.

“Yes” He answered “six of the best again”

Then he gave a firm crisp slap on Summer’s right cheek

“One” Hester said

Then on the other cheek

“Two”

Then the right again

“Three”

Then the left

“Four”

Then another crisp slap on the right

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

So as instructed by Hester he gave Summer a very hard smack to finish

“SIX” Hester yelled as Summer squirmed on his lap and then he looked down at his handiwork and held her gently bent across his knee as she squirmed and wriggled on his knee clearly anticipating what was coming next.

As Summer lay bent over James’ lap his cock prodded the belly of his subject as he inspected the red bloom where he had spanked her bare flesh and without pause he instantly sort out her hot little pussy.

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

Hester leant forward so she could whisper in James’ ear

“She’s looking at my nonny”

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

Hester self-consciously pulled her sweater down to cover her beautiful bush.

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

 

Hester self-consciously pulled her sweater down to cover her beautiful bush.

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

“But…”

“Trust me” he said

Reluctantly Hester obliged and Summer murmured and sighed

“Summer likes what she sees” he said to Hester “it’s making her very wet”

“It’s making me very wet” Hester said as she spread her legs wider still.

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

Unfortunately Summer’s spasmodic wriggling on top of his already heightened arousal from Hester’s earliest performance had unfortunately caused him to cream his pants.

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

He decided to go outside for a walk and it was about forty minutes later when he returned to the stable block, just in time to see a red faced Summer bustle through the doorway and collided with him.

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

“Must dash” she said abruptly with a giggle “Mum will wonder where I am” and off she ran down the lane.

James went through the stable door and saw Hester lying on top of the horse blanket with her eyes closed and a very definite smile on her lips.

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

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

“Yes very naughty” she said, the smile now turned into a grin

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

Hester’s lips did not taste of Summer but he suspected they would sometime soon.

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

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

“It’s sticky” Hester said

“It is” he agreed “but it was you and your girlfriend who made it sticky”

She blushed and then she took it in her mouth, he suspected that that day had been one of firsts for her in many ways and he was almost certain she’d never given head before, she was not the most proficient at it but it was serving its purpose.

 

When she disengaged her enthusiastic lips from his bell end he sat down on the blanket beside her, his cock perpendicularly proud and the naughty little filly took no persuading to climb aboard and at the second attempt her tight pussy lips encased his throbbing dick as her slippery lips slid down to the root of his shaft and the satisfying moan that escaped her as she mounted him was such a primeval, sensual sound it made him grow another inch inside her.

James made her remove her baggy sweater and he saw her glorious little body naked for the first time and she had beautiful little tits with perfect rose bud nipples.

If she was self-conscious at all she didn’t show it as she set about riding her mount to the finish line.

But it was clear that she was losing control, a horse beneath her she could control but she was riding a very different beast and was not in command.

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

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

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

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

He wasn’t sure that that was what she had in mind but she didn’t complain; in fact the only utterances from her were of the animal kind.

He toyed with her soft little tits and teased her rosebud nipples and stared at her delightful quivering buttocks as he performed repeated penetrations of her tight cunny until with a girlish scream and a satisfying shudder she came, he gave her two more extremely short strokes and he followed her.

Reluctantly, as the rain pounded on the roof again, he withdrew from the comfortable heat of her and she immediately turned around and hugged him.

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

“Happy birthday” he said hugging her back

 

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

“So what are you doing for your birthday?” he asked “another treat”

“Yes but not that kind of treat” she replied and blushed

“Mummy and Daddy are taking me to New York, Mummy’s picking me up at three”

James glanced at his watch and then at Hester with a little bit of fluff showing below her blanket.

“In two minutes you mean” he pointed out.

“What?” she screamed “what am I going to do”

“Don’t panic” he said and kissed her forehead “you get dressed and I’ll keep lookout”

“Ok” she said not quite convinced

 

He opened the door slightly looking out for “mummy’s” arrival not that he had a clue what “mummy” looked like.

So he decided to turn his attention to spying on Hester throwing the occasional glance over his shoulder but mainly he just stared into the stable and he could see Hester was completely naked with her back to him and he continued to watch as she wriggled her skinny arse into her jodhpurs.

Then she bent over and her little breasts hung seductively as one at a time she pulled on her boots.

But his attention was then drawn to the sound of a car splashing through rain puddles.

When he looked closer he could see it was a posh car and he made an assumption.  

 “I think your mums here” he called 

“Oh God” she replied “I’m not ready”

“Don’t worry I’ll keep her talking” he said and headed out the door just in time to intercept her.

“You must be Hester’s mum” he called

“Who are you?” she asked with concern “what are you doing here?”

“I’m James, I was out walking” he said “and when I was caught in the rain Hester kindly let me take shelter in the stable”

“What a good girl” Mrs Marais-Schoeman said proudly “where is she?”

Just at that moment the door opened and Hester emerged 

“Hi mummy” she said

“Hello darling, are you ready?”

Hester nodded

“Can we offer you a lift James?” Hester’s mum asked “we are going back through Shallowfield”

“If that’s ok” he replied

“Of course it is, we don’t mind giving him a ride do we Hester”.

“No mum” Hester answered “he can have a ride anytime”

 

“Well this had been a very interesting day” he said as he watched Hester and her mum drive away.

He had never enjoyed a birdwatching holiday as much and he hadn’t been there for a week.

But despite the fact that he had had a great time in the stable with the girls He was worried as he waited outside the Shallowfield Lodge for Anna and that was that he wouldn’t be able to get it up for Anna as he had already shagged Hester and creamed his jeans that day.

When Anna appeared she looked a bit glum and he thought that somehow she’d found out about his horse play with Hester.

“Hi” he said and kissed her

“Hello” she replied glumly

“What’s the matter?” he asked but she just shrugged and then tears welled up in her eyes and he hugged her

“I’m sorry” she sobbed

“What for?” he asked

“I’ve spoiled everything” she said

“How?”

“My period started” she howled and buried her face in his chest.

“Thank God for that” he said in his head but said out loud

“Well that’s ok love, we can still have a cuddle”

And when she looked up at him through tear stained eyes he knew that he was guaranteed to get in her knickers again when her visitor had gone but he was now also in her heart.

 

 

 

 

  

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (23) Popped in the Quad

Life had changed dramatically since 23 year old Lesley Makin drove her Volkswagen Beetle through the beautiful Downshire countryside of the Finchbottom Vale on her way to the village of Pangmere on the Finchbottom Road.

She travelled from Abbeyvale and the reason for her journey on that day was to make a new start and in a new job at her Aunty Yvonne’s Spa Hotel.

Lesley also hoped that her sojourn would mend her broken heart.

She had been struck with a double whammy when she found out that her fiancé was having an affair with her office manager and she had to give up her job and the flat she shared with Graham.

So she loaded her possessions into her car and headed to Pangmere.

She had heard on the grapevine that the Hotel was doing very well so she had no doubts that her Aunt would be able to find something for her to do and give her a place to stay.

What Lesley hadn’t heard on the grapevine was the exact reason why the Pangmere Spa Hotel was doing so very well.

 

Lesley’s Aunt, was Yvonne Makin, a former masseur, who along with her husband Clive ran the small country Spa Hotel in the village of Pangmere in the Finchbottom Vale and they were doing very nicely thank you, or so she thought.

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

However after a difficult period and a flirtation with the Hen/Stag party trade she ended up changing from the Spa business to the sex business.

 

As a result of a mad sex and alcohol fueled Saturday night, a group of Hen’s met a party of Stags, and her aunt Yvonne had the idea to close the traditional loss making Spa Hotel and open the House of Fun, where spa treatments like Raki and Reflexology were replaced by a more exotic menu for those inclined more towards restraints, punishments and the more unusual pleasures.

Had Lesley known that, she would not have made the journey.

 

Not that she was a prude, she was far from that, but she wouldn’t have thought that she had anything to offer such a business and she wasn’t really very experienced sexually.

She liked sex though, a lot, she just hadn’t had as much of it as she would have liked, and although she didn’t know it at the time, that was going to change very soon, and once she stepped through the front doors she would never have a pure thought ever again.

 

Lesley was completely unaware that the Spa and transformed into the House of Fun or that the saunas and massages were now a lot steamier and there was certainly no evidence of that 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 paying guests and lots of them, although from the outside she couldn’t tell what exactly they were paying for.

 

Lesley’s Aunty Yvonne was a small dark haired woman, and at the time she was just the wrong side of fifty, but she had maintained her figure.

She loved her niece Lesley like she was her own, she was a beautiful girl who was almost a carbon copy of Yvonne when she was in her twenties, although Lesley had much bigger tits.

 

Yvonne walked around the Hotel in her customary form of dress, skirt, top, stockings and no knickers.

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

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

On the day her niece came to visit she approached reception and she could feel her lips were still sticky from having rubbed herself off in the darkness of one of the voyeur rooms as she watched her two most enthusiastic girls, Claire and Kelly, double teaming a headmistress from Childean and her head was still full of salacious thoughts.

 

When she first spotted Lesley sitting in reception she had mixed feelings she was pleased to see her because she loved her very much but seeing her also filled her with dread because she hadn’t told anyone about the change of direction the business had taken and that was going to be an uncomfortable conversation.

 

The first thing Lesley noticed when she spotted her Aunty was that she wasn’t wearing a bra which surprised her but she didn’t know at that time that she was also sans knickers. 

 

When they left the madness of Reception with the busy assortment of guests and staff, many of them dressed in costumes, a girl dressed as Bo Peep, two others in roman toga’s and a forth dressed from head to toe in black leather, and leaving them in their wake they repaired to Yvonne’s office. 

“I was hoping you might find me a job” she replied and Yvonne’s heart sank.

It wasn’t because she didn’t want her around, it was just that she didn’t think she would fit into the world that Yvonne now inhabited which was a shame because she was pretty, with a cracking figure and big tits but she thought her a bit too priggish and virginal for the House of Fun, little did she know.

But she was naïve as she assumed that the tableau she had viewed in reception and supposed they must be theatricals.

 

However on that day of their reunion Yvonne and Lesley spent about half an hour catching up with news of family and friends while drinking coffee, but Yvonne knew that eventually the moment would come when she would have to disappoint her niece, who had quite innocently turned up looking for a job, thinking that her Aunt was running a respectable business in the Finchbottom Vale.

 

After Lesley explained, at length, her circumstances regarding her philandering fiancé and her cougar boss, she got to the point of her being there.

“I was hoping you would be able to find me something to do here” Lesley said “You seem very busy”

“The thing is…” Yvonne began

“I don’t mind what I do” Lesley interrupted

“It’s more a case of who you do more than what” Yvonne thought

“The thing is” Yvonne began “The business isn’t quite what you think it is”

“What do you mean?”

“Well for example the “colourful” people you saw in reception” Yvonne said

“Yes” Lesley responded

“Well they aren’t really theatricals, they’re more like role players”

“I don’t understand” Lesley said with a puzzled expression

“They like to act out…. Scenarios” Yvonne said feeling pleased with her description

“You mean like therapy?” Leslie said

“Well yes they do find it therapeutic certainly” she retorted

“Let me give you another example”

“Ok” Lesley said brightly

“A lot of our guests use the rooms but don’t always spend the night”

“Well that seems daft” Lesley said “if you’ve paid for a room you might as well…..”

Yvonne said nothing and waited for the penny to drop

“Oh” she said “I understand now, you’re running a brothel”

“Well not exactly” Yvonne replied surprised and relieved that her prudish niece was not overly shocked by the revelation.

“No it’s nothing like a brothel”

“So what then?”

“We merely pander to peoples peculiarities” Yvonne said

“Peculiarities?”

“Yes, fetishes, fantasies and perversions” Yvonne said

“And there’s a lot of call for that kind of thing?” Lesley asked innocently

“You would not believe just how much” she replied and laughed

“So can I have a job then?” Lesley asked

“What?”

“Can I have a job?” she repeated “Not the sex stuff though”

“Do you mean you’re not put off by working at a “Brothel”?” Yvonne asked

“No, not yet”

“Well let’s wait and see what you think in a week or so”

Yvonne said “You may feel differently when you’ve seen the business at close quarters”

 

Yvonne was surprised to hear that her niece Lesley still wanted to work for her even after she explained what business they were in, but she was sure that she didn’t fully understand the true nature of the business and when she eventually did she would probably run a mile.

Which was precisely what was on Lesley’s mind, to run like hell.

Although she hadn’t shown it on the surface Lesley was very shocked and planned to leave Pangmere and return to Abbeyvale with her tail between her legs.

Yvonne might have done the same herself if she were Lesley’s age.

 

Her niece was such a quiet, shy and innocent girl,

She decided to get someone to show her around and give her some sneak previews of the action at the House of Fun, she just had to decide who.

Although whoever Yvonne chose might well find they had no one to escort because while she hadn’t shown it on the surface Lesley was very shocked at sordid truth about the Spa and planned to leave Pangmere and return to Abbeyvale with her tail between her legs as soon as was humanly possible.

In fact to use Yvonne’s phrase Lesley’s planned to run like hell.

 

While trying to think of a suitable escort Yvonne had a light bulb moment, Aidan McCauley the quiet and unassuming former odd job man at the Hotel from the Spa days.

He had turned out to be the surprise package of the transition, a man who as his former self would never have said boo to a goose.

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

But out of uniform he was the perfect escort for Lesley.

 

Lesley was put into one of the quieter guest rooms away from the more seedy action.

It was a nice room up on the top floor and had a beautiful view out across the Finchbottom Vale but she didn’t notice she just sat down heavily on the bed.

“Oh God what have I done” she said and put her head in her hands.

Asking her Aunt for a job after the sordid revelations was really just bravado.

 

She wasn’t very experienced sexually, she had only ever had one partner and she didn’t do it much with him, which she thought was probably why he went off and had sex with her boss, although to be honest it was him that was reluctant.

 

She had no idea what working for her Aunty involved but she had agreed to try it for a week, which was a recipe for disaster, if she stayed she was clearly just going to make a fool of herself.

She’d gone there for a job and thought waitressing or a chamber maid but working in a brothel she was going be mopping up semen all day long.

 

There was only one thing for it, she would sneak out later in the evening while everyone was busy doing whatever sordid and disgusting things they did late into the night.

 

A disappointed Lesley was preparing to leave and return to Abbeyvale with her tail between her legs and she had just put her shoes on when there was a knock at the door.

It was an unwelcome interruption and her first thought was to ignore it and hope that whoever it was just went away but that would have been cowardly and she was not a coward.

So she steeled herself and opened the door with a frown on her face, which quickly changed to a smile when she saw a tall fresh faced young man standing in the hall.

“Hi” he said softly “I’m Aidan”        

“Oh hello” she said without any idea who he was or why he was knocking on her door, he could have been one of the perverts, although she didn’t think he looked like a weirdo, he looked quite nice.

Aidan was a quiet and unassuming man in his mid-twenties who was the odd job man at the Spa Hotel before the business made a change of direction.

 “Yvonne asked me to show you around” he explained

“Oh I see” she retorted which was when he noticed her bags by the bed

“Haven’t you unpacked yet?” he asked

“No I haven’t had time” she lied and then to hide her embarrassment quickly added “Shall we go then”

“Sure” he replied amiably

 

Yvonne assigned Aidan McCauley to be Lesley’s guide and escort to show her niece around the establishment and she said.

“Show her everything and don’t spare her blushes”

 

As instructed he showed her everything starting with Claire Collister and her girlfriend Kelly Freeborn dressed in black leather dealing with a rather unpleased member of the legal profession in need of some punishment.

Aidan led her into the first of voyeur room and despite being shocked by what she was seeing she couldn’t take her eyes off the tableaux for a second.

Next they witnessed an elderly lady high court judge riding a mechanical cock and straight after that they viewed several of the special play rooms together after which she exclaimed.

“Oh gosh, I’m exhausted I think I’ll call it a night”

 

After Aidan had escorted her back to her room she closed the door behind her and sighed, she liked Aidan and she was enjoying his company and it was a shame that she had to cut the evening short.

And she felt a little guilty for lying to him, because she hadn’t wanted to curtail the tour because she was tired as she had told him, it was because she was downright horny.

As a result of some of the things she had seen she was dripping wet, and she hadn’t felt so turned on for such a long time so Lesley quickly undressed and lay on her bed and fingered her wet pussy until she finished in a juddering climax and when she reached the zenith of her self-pleasure there was an image of Aidan that filled her head.

 

While Lesley was wetting her fingers between her juicy lips, Aidan was heading down the stairs two at a time as he headed home with a spring in his step and a bulge in his trousers.

 

Lesley woke up the next morning as horny as she had been the night before and had to give herself a prolonged fingering to abate her arousal which was only partially successful as she had to do herself again in the shower which was why she still didn’t have any knickers on when there was a knock on the door and she was still pulling them up past her knees when the second knock came.

She managed to compose herself sufficiently to answer the door and smiled broadly as she looked into Aidan eyes

“Sorry I overslept” she lied

“That’s ok”

 

They went to the Wet Rooms first and watched a girl trust up and having a jet of water squirted at her nipples, anus and her hairy crack until she orgasm’ d almost to the point of unconsciousness and then Aidan showed her the “Messy Rooms” to see the squirters and the Golden Rain Brigade.

After watching the squirter’s and a veritable monsoon of Golden showers Aidan suggested lunch.

“That would be really lovely” She replied “but would you mind if we do it in half an hour or so I would really like to change first”

“Of course” he responded “I’ll meet you in reception in say 40 minutes?”

“That’s perfect” she said and beamed a brilliant smile at him  

 

After parting company with her escort Lesley got back to her room in no time flat and was feeling guilty again as she had lied to Aidan once more.

It was true she wanted to change, in fact she needed to change, in particular her wet knickers.

But what she really wanted to do was flick herself off again.

After Lesley had satisfactorily frigged herself off, she freshened herself up with some wet wipes, gave herself a squirt of perfume and pulled on some fresh panties.  

She couldn’t remember the last time she had had to masturbate three times in one day and it was still only lunchtime, only God knew what horny delights the afternoon would bring or how many more pairs of knickers would be soiled.

She had never in her life fingered her minge more the three times in a day not even when she was a teenage girl.

Lesley almost left the room without changing her top, luckily she remembered just before she left.

Lesley had to be wearing something different when she had lunch with Aidan because getting changed was the pretext for going to her room in the first place.

 

The truth of the matter was that Lesley had fallen heavily in lust with Aidan in fact all she could do during lunch was fantasize about having sex with Aidan, right there on the table that separated them and as a result of her fantasizing Lesley had already wet the crotch of her clean knickers even before they reached the Role Playing Rooms or as Aidan called them The Dressing Up rooms.

Where they watched the well hung ex gardener, Callum, in action. “Oh my God” Lesley exclaimed “Look at the size of his cock”

And then she watched open mouthed as her someone called Lady Penelope impaled herself on him and with each pump of her loins on his huge cock Lesley got wetter and wetter and she was desperate to finger herself or have Aidan do it for her and even in the half-light she had noticed he had a lump in his jeans because as he watched the beautiful socialite thrusting her pussy down Callum’s shaft Aidan thought how much he wanted Lesley, he wanted her right then and there but he didn’t want to take advantage of her, he really liked her.

Whereas he didn’t want to take advantage of her she desperately wanted him to take advantage of her, several times.

 

After the show he walked her back to her room and she was hopeful, expectant even but all she got was a peck on the cheek. 

Which was sweet, and if she hadn’t been so horny she would have been content but what she wanted was a good rogering, but it didn’t happen.

But as she fingered away her frustration in the darkness that night she resolved that he would be rogering her in the very near future she just hadn’t figured out how to make it happen, but she would.

 

The pattern was set for Lesley, Aidan would show her some salacious activity which would get her very wet, then she would excuse herself and find somewhere to masturbate.

 

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

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

 

The sexual satisfaction at the House of Fun 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” and he amused himself in one of the special playrooms, as did an old Shakespearean actor who liked watching Claire hoovering his room wearing nothing but wellington boots.

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

Not that the weirdness in the special playrooms was restricted to men, a woman in her sixties liked to lay naked in the empty bath and have Callum, the large cocked ex gardener urinate on her.

Some of the services requested were more bizarre than others and were more akin to “Children in Need” challenges, like a woman having her breasts covered in peanut butter or a man having his genitals painted with warm honey.

Not everything was restricted to inside the rooms, for example a retired vicar liked to be walked up and down the corridor wearing a dog collar, the studded kind.

And patrons liked to dress up and in the days that followed Aidan guided tours Lesley was put to work in the wardrobe room.

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

 

It was while she was working there that she discovered there was a shop attached to the costume department, that sold, underwear, hosiery, but apart from underwear and hosiery of every conceivable kind, the shop also sold a stunning array of products, love eggs, cock rings, dildo’s, vibrators, handcuffs, whips, masks and every other kind of accessory to pain and pleasure and aids to her increased need to masturbate.

 

Lesley also noticed one day, Kelly and Claire dressed as schoolgirls in readiness for an appointment with a former head mistress for a spot of punishment that she decided on a course of action that she hoped would entice Aidan out of his shell and into her knickers.

 

So Lesley put her plan into action and successfully set and baited a trap and caught her prey in Room 56 and got exactly what she had fantasized over and after that first outing they became regular visitors in the playrooms and they never left the room disappointed.

 

Aidan had been trying to grab ten minutes with Lesley all day without success.

Lesley was in charge of the Costume Department but she also had help, a full timer, Agnes Andreoli, and on an adhoc basis Emily Riley, and it was the latter to whom Aidan turned to for help and He caught up with her in reception.

“Hi Emily” he said

“Hello Aidan” came the reply

“I’m glad I ran into you, I desperately need a favour” Aidan said

“Oh yes” she said suspiciously

“I desperately need to talk to Lesley for ten minutes” he explained

“Well I can fill in for her for an hour” she said and then in a hushed whisper she added

“I know what you two are like”

“You are an absolute star” He said and kissed her forehead

 

Everywhere was very busy so he opened the door and led her out into the quadrangle.

The quad was a small rectangular courtyard, surrounded on all sides by parts of the Hotel.

It was open-air and sparsely populated with planters, statuary and benches and in the corners there were a number of well-established shrubs.

He closed the door and took her by the hand and they sat on a bench and he looked earnestly at her.

“Lesley, I want to ask you something” he said

“No you can’t have a blowjob,” she snapped

“Or a tit wank, not even a hand job”

“That’s very disappointing to hear, but that’s not what I wanted to ask” he corrected her

“What then? What perversion haven’t I listed?” Lesley asked “You’ve lured me out here for something sexual”

“Lesley Makin, will you please shut up while I’m trying to ask you to marry me” he snapped

“What?” Lesley exclaimed

“I said will you please shut up while I’m trying to ask you to marry me” he repeated

“Ok” she said meekly

“Yvonne Makin, will you marry me?” he asked

“Yes, Yes, and Yes” she screamed and threw her arms around his neck.

Aidan fished in his pocket and tucked right in the corner he found a cheap little ring he bought from a vendor at the Christmas Market that they went to in Purplemere the weekend before while Lesley was taking a pee.

It was only a cheap piece of yellow metal but he gave it to her

“This is just a symbol” he said, “We need to buy your proper ring together”

“I’ll keep it forever” she said and kissed him

But it wasn’t just a kiss of affection or a kiss of gratitude.

This was a kiss of a wholly different kind, this was an opened mouthed, darting tongue, stirring the loin’s type of kiss.

“I think I need to get you back to the Hotel,” he said breaking away from her embrace.

“No” she snapped and reengaged her mouth while settling her hand on his lap, which duly swelled in response.

He broke away again and insisted urgently

“We really need to go”        

“No” she said again and began to unzip his fly.

 

“But…” he interjected but she reengaged with his mouth again to stop him talking while she deftly removed his cock and provocatively stroked his shaft.

After a moment or two of her delicious attentions she stopped kissing his mouth and stooped down and kissed his knob before taking his cock fully in her mouth.

“I really think we should …” he began

But in truth it was futile once her lips had encircled his shaft he knew they weren’t going anywhere.

“Oh Lesley” was all he could manage while she sucked on him then there was a smacking of lips and a slurp before she raised her head and gave him that familiar leer which said

“Now you can fuck me you dirty bastard”

The problem was where, they were in the quadrangle after all and although it was an underused space and the rooms whose windows looked out over the quad where being used for much more salacious activities than they were about to indulge in, he thought they would have to trust to luck that they wouldn’t be discovered in flagrante delicto.

While he was dithering about trying to think of a safe place to take her so he could take her undiscovered.

The new decisively dirty Lesley took control of the situation, when she took hold of his cock and led him behind the shrubbery. 

Once they were safely out of sight she let go of his tool and quickly undid her jeans and when they were residing just above her knees accompanied by her pink lacy knickers she leant against the wall with her arse pointed provocatively at him, her pale cheeks quivering in the weak sunlight.

With a quick check over his shoulder to see the coast was clear he dropped his pants and trousers and inched up behind her.

He got in close and his cock slipped in between her thighs until I could feel the course hairs of her bush brushing against the end of his knob.

With no time for finesse he just groped inside her cardigan and uncupped her breasts while she rubbed her moist lips along his shaft.

Once he had her breasts in his hands he moved backwards slightly and bending his knees slightly he thrust purposely upwards into her hot pussy.

“Nice” Lesley said as he slipped into her.

As he gave her more of the same she had to stand on tiptoes on the zenith of each upstroke.

It was a frenetic affair, noisy and raw and by the time they reached the peak they were both panting hard and Lesley barely had enough breath left to scream when she came and all he could manage was a low grunt as he shot his load.

He quickly redressed while a panting Lesley stood hugging the wall and after he finished he slapped Lesley’s quivering buttock white in the weak sunlight.

“Does this mean were engaged now” he asked

“We had better be” she replied looking over her shoulder.      

Choice Tales from the Vale – (327) Getting Wet on the Hills

The Pepperstock Hills National Park stretches from the bare, and often barren crags of Oxley Ridge in the North to the dense wooded southern slopes on the fringe of the Finchbottom Vale and from Quarry Hill, and the Pits in the West to Pepperstock Bay in the East.

It is an area of stark contrasts and attracts a variety of visitors.

The Quarry Hill side of the park to the west, as the name suggests, was heavily Quarried over several hundred years, though more extensively during the industrial revolution, the Quarries have been un-worked for over fifty years and nature had reclaimed them and former pits had become lakes and were very popular with anglers and the sparse shrubbery and woodland made it popular spot with courting couples, whereas the northern crags and fells were popular with climbers and more hardy folk, it was also where the village of Springwater was to be found, which was where 30 year old Greg Monroe owned and ran the Black Swan Hotel, although he was not a native of Springwater.

Greg was 6ft tall, wiry build with short brown hair and he was born and raised in the large sprawling village of Dulcet-on-Willow, beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which ran unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke.

His parents had retired to a Villa in the Greek Islands and the six bedroom detached house was left jointly to him and his brothers, Colin, four years younger, who lived and worked in Australia, and Alex, two years younger, who had the house to himself the vast majority of the time.

Greg himself only got back to the Village of Willow a handful of times each year.

He loved Willow and the village was very close to his heart and he always felt at peace when he was home.

The downside was that it was situated in the Finchbottom Vale, which nestled comfortably between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest to the south and the rolling Pepperstock Hills in the north, but however attractive it might have been, it was featureless in many ways and that was a problem for Greg, and that is perhaps why he was drawn  to the scenic Pepperstock Hills National Park.

His love affair with the region began when, as a 12 year old boy, his Scout troop had their Summer Camp at Oxley Ridge.  

Following his first adventurous fortnight he returned to the Park whenever he could and after University he used his degree to get a job working in the Park, and after five years, when he heard the owner of the Black Swan was retiring, he bought him out.

When he took it on it had 30 rooms and was aimed more at the lower end of the market, a hiking boot and Cagoule flophouse, Greg reduced it to 20 en suite rooms, aimed at a more discerning clientele and after three years the Hotel had built up a solid list of regular guests and had a high overall occupancy rate.

 

Jane Broomfield was also born and raised in Willow and had also fallen in love with the scenic Pepperstock Hills National Park from an early age, although she was unable to make the move Greg had, her family did not have the financial resources that the Monroe family had, the Bloomfield’s were by no means a poor family, as they had a long established Pharmacy in the village, but she still had to work for a living, so she worked in the shop and  had to content herself with regular long weekends and short breaks.

But that year her father had been very ill so she had to do a lot more hours in the shop while he was recovering, so when she drove up to Springwater at the end of August it was her first visit for 7 months.

The upside was that her Dad was now fully recovered and as she had missed numerous trip to the Park she had more money in the kitty than usual at her disposal so she decided to treat herself to a week at the Black Swan Hotel in Springwater. 

 

It was at the Black Swan where she first met Greg and also where they shared their first mutually satisfying shag.

After their first few sexual exchanges following that momentous occasion when she first felt his huge pulsing cock inside her, she had hoped to repeat the experience several more times in the days that followed, and she was not disappointed.

 

It was the last full day of Janes holiday, as she was heading back to Willow after checkout the next morning, so she and Greg planned to spend it together on one of the trails.

Considering the fact that the two of them both loved the park so much, it was amazing that they had seen precious little of the glorious hills, the lush valleys or the proud peaks since they got together.

Greg had spent a good deal of time appreciating Jane’s glorious hills with their proud peaks and her lush valley, but the only clambering and climbing they had done was onto the bed.

So on their last day together they set off early, straight after breakfast, with a packed lunch, intending to spend most of the day on the hills, bad weather was due later in the day but they expected to be back at the cottage by then.

However, when they sat down on a rocky outcrop and he opened the pack to retrieve their sandwiches he looked at the distant sky, and he didn’t like what he saw, a thick band of dark cloud, and it was coming their way a few hours early.

Jane could see the concern on his face as he poured tea into their cups as they sat on a large flat rock.

“Should we go back?” she asked

“Yes, I’m afraid so, that band of cloud will be with us in a couple of hours” he said confidently

“So, no time for lunch I’m afraid”

“That’s ok, we can eat the sandwiches back at yours” she said brightly, so they finished their drinks and put the cups in the pack and set off down the hill.

They had got up there by a longer more circuitous route, but Greg  decided they should make their way off the hill ahead of storm as quickly as possible, so they went down the shorter route, they had only just got passed halfway when the low cloud settled a thick mist all around them.

They were suitably dressed for the occasion, but their light jackets were getting wet in the mist, so they stopped and put their cagoules on.

They also had stout footwear on so they could traverse the damp stone path quite surefootedly and subsequently made good time, but before the reach the valley floor the rain arrived in earnest, and even in their waterproof jackets they were still getting wet, With the wind swirling the rain around they from every angle, and in that kind of weather water will always find a way in.

“Do you want to stop for a breather?” he asked

“No let’s press on, I want that lunch you promised me” she replied and smiled so he kissed her rain soaked mouth and they marched on.

They were soaked to the skin in places by the time they reached his cottage, socks obviously, the lower half of their shorts and patched under their cags where the water had found a way in.

Greg unlocked the door and said

“Come in, come in”

Once they were both in the porch and the door was shut he advised

“I think we need to get you out of those wet clothes”

“You promised me lunch first” she said indignantly

“Do you want lunch first?” he queried

“No” she replied and not for the first time that day they kissed, then they removed their cags and hung them up.

As Jane was hanging hers he knelt on the floor and unlaced her boot which she kicked off and then he removed her socks, one at a time and when he stood up she knelt and repeated the exercise for him.

They left the boots and socks in the porch and proceeded into the cottage and Glen was last in, and when he had bolted the door he turned around and Jane had her back to him so he slipped off the light jacket she was wearing and she turned her head and looked up at him so he kissed her again as he unbuttoned her plaid shirt.

She breathed in for him as he yanked the shirt tails from her waistband and when it was off he threw it on the floor, they stopped kissing and she just leaned back against him breathing deeply, and as he glanced down he could see her breasts rising and falling as he undid her shorts and with a little wiggle of her hips the shorts fell to the floor and she stepped out of them and turned to face him, and  stood there wearing a pale blue all in one silk and lace body suit, very sexy, and not practical hill walking thermal shorts and vest, much more stylish and Glen thought it deliciously cock throbbing.

What was also arousing was that there were wet splodges scattered haphazardly in various places, where rain had made contact, the larger splodge of all was around the crotch but Glen was pretty confident that had nothing to do with the rain, and Glen smiled. 

Jane, who seemed oblivious to the reason for his smile, stepped forward and undid his shorts and they fell to the floor and she was pleased to see he had gone commando again.

“Take the rest off” she ordered, so he discarded his jacket and shirt and as they hit the floor one of Jane’s hands began to caress his torso while the other took hold of his cock and tugged on it roughly.

“I’m going to miss you” she said

“I’m going to miss you too” Glen said

“I was talking to your cock” Jane said and chuckled, before she leant in towards him and kissed his skin and by the roughness of her tugging he knew it was time, but before he had time to act her mobile rang and she got on her hands and knees rummaging amongst her clothes, and she found it in the pocket of her shorts, she took it out and leant against his chest and answered it.

“Hi mum” she said absentmindedly stroking his dick

“Yes, I’m still in Springwater, I’m driving back tomorrow”

“I’m not sure how long, three hours all being well”

“Ok, thanks mum, see you later, bye”

She disconnected and put the phone on the table

“What now?” she asked

“Come with me and I’ll show you” he said and led her by the hand and took her upstairs to his bedroom where she crawled onto the bed on all fours and he un-popped her gusset, then she pulled the garment over her hips exposing her round buttocks and her bejewelled Minge, so he quickly joined her on the bed and knelt behind her and gripping her hips he plunged into her hot juice, and  slid his huge stiff shaft between her eager lips.

When he went into her up to his balls, breath left her like air escaping through a valve and the harder he pumped the courser the breath, so Glen reached up and yanked her underwear forward, liberating the wondrous inhabitants and once her ripe fruits were revealed he groped them and Jane turned her head and gave him a smile as he cupped her magnificent globes and repeatedly penetrated her cunny.

Jane began emitting low rasping moans in response to his penetrations as he drove on and on until she went rigid and then they came together, Jane letting out an interjection of satisfaction.

“OHHHHH” she exclaimed as his cock pulsed inside her and then they collapsed breathless on the bed

“Can I have lunch now?” she panted