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 fuelled 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 squirter’s 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.
Lesley and Aidan had spent most of Christmas Eve in Abbottsford amidst
the madness of the last minute Christmas shoppers in the Phoenix Centre.
But they weren’t there for Christmas Shopping, they had finished that
two weeks before.
They had been in Abbottsford buying an engagement ring because they were
getting engaged that evening and were going to announce it when they went to the
Red Lion in Pangmere for dinner with Auntie Yvonne.
Technically they had already bought the ring but it had to be resized and
Christmas Eve was the last chance they had to collect it.
It took an absolute age to firstly get out of the multi-story car park and
then out of Abbottsford and then they stopped on the way back for a late lunch at
a pub in Shallowfield, so when they finally got back to the Hotel he thought Lesley
would be eager to get to her room and take a long relaxing bath, but it turned
out that she was in the mood for something quite different, and he had nothing
to do with relaxation.
They had barely got through the fronts doors before she took control and
as he was carrying her purchases he wasn’t in a position to object.
She propelled him through reception and then pushed him sideways through
the open door and into Yvonne’s office, which was empty, and she knew it would
be empty because Lesley knew Yvonne would be upstairs having some afternoon
delight with her toy boy Paul.
She had planned what to do on the drive back and once Aidan was in the
office she locked the door and she was on him.
Clearly the excitement of the day and acquiring the engagement ring had
had an unforeseen effect on her and had made her really hungry for him and her
lips instantly fastened over his and her active tongue invaded his mouth.
It was a very sensual kiss and his manhood was suddenly wide-awake and
did its best to burst out of his trousers and might well have succeeded had she
not released it herself and very quickly began tugging roughly on his shaft.
Lesley was completely in command and soon her lips left his and moved
immediately down to his cock.
“Are you sure we should be doing this in here?” he asked as her agile
tongue feathered his purple head in deliciously sensual flicks
“I’ve always wanted to have you in Aunties office” she replied before
devouring his cock in one delightfully ecstatic mouthful.
“Oh Leslie that’s so good” he said as she sucked him up good and proper,
but before she got too enthusiastic, he pushed her head back to allow him to
withdraw from her mouth and she scrambled to her feet, and after wiping her
slobbering lips on her sleeve she kissed him again with the same urgency as
before.
He pushed her back against the wall and yanked her skirt up her thighs
so he could get his hands under the hem and gripping it in both hands he pulled
it sharply upwards so the entire skirt was residing around her waist, he then
turned his attention to her tights and knickers but took a moment to fondled
her buttocks first.
After the instant she began the assault he had been wondering if the
panties she was wearing were wet, which was normally a good barometer, as in
many of their sexual encounters when she was “well up for it” they often were.
He slid his hands around from her rear where he had been groping her
arse and slipped his hand between her thighs and found the fabric of her tights
was drenched.
“You’re knickers and tights are very wet” he said more than a little
surprised at the degree of saturation even for her.
“I’ve been wet all day” she responded, “I would have had you in the car
if the multi-story hadn’t been so busy”
“I would have liked that” he said as he hurriedly began dragging her
tights and knickers off her cute arse and he followed them down to her ankles
and was knelt in front of her neat brunette bush.
Lesley was running her fingers through his hair as he slipped her
knickers and tights off over her feet and as he was about to stand up he felt a
very definite downward pressure from her hands as she pushed his head back down
towards her cunny.
Aidan was ready to fuck her but she wanted head first so in the spirit
of the season he decided to oblige his fiancée.
He had her standing on one leg, while she supported herself by resting
the other one on his shoulder as he supped enthusiastically on her hot gash.
Lesley let him know when she had had enough by lowering her other leg
and he stood up.
He had her juice all around his mouth and when he kissed her it was all
around hers as well.
Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck and she was panting loudly
in his ear as he got a firm grip on each buttock and lifted her up off her feet
so her deliciously syrupy fanny was at a suitable height to receive him.
Once achieved he slid effortlessly into Lesley’s hot creamy cunny
“Ohhhhh God” she uttered
Lesley’s legs locked around his middle and he banged her against the
wall.
He had one hand on her hip and with the other he gripped the coat hook
on the wall as he banged her again and again and her bum cheeks slapped against
the plaster which was like being applauded for his efforts.
With each early stroke he put into her she responded with a long
satisfied
“Mmmm”
As the rhythm increased and the strokes shortened she could only manage
“Oh”
“Oh”
“Oh”
“Oh”
“Oh”
Finishing with an
“OH GOD YES”
As he emptied his Christmas sac into her and they stayed in that
position for about a minute panting hard then she said.
“Oh merry Christmas”
“It was ok then?” he asked
“Oh yes, very nice” she replied
When he finally set her back down on terra firma he quickly redressed
and she threw her soggy knickers and tights into her shopping bag and then they
left Yvonne’s office and Lesley walked back to her room sticky lipped and
knickerless, which was something her Auntie Yvonne was fond of doing, it clearly
ran in the family.
Aidan left Lesley at her room and walked back to his own and got ready
for the evening.
Aidan and Lesley planned on spending Christmas together at the Hotel and
that meant they would spend Christmas Morning in her room so she had a beautifully
decorated little tree and he put the presents underneath it that morning before
they left to go to Abbottsford.
Once she was back in the room on her own she noticed the presents and
all of a sudden she was like a child again and she immediately phoned Aidan.
“Can I open a present?” she asked him
“No, you have to wait until morning” he replied
“Oh, just one, please, please, please” she begged
“No” he said firmly “Concentrate on getting ready”
Aidan hung up and got back in the shower but she phone him again fifteen
minutes later.
“Oh please can I open a present?” she begged him
“No, you have to wait until morning” he replied but judging by what he
could hear she kept picking up the presents, shaking them and even squeezing
them.
If he could have seen her he would have noticed that she was even
listening to them.
“Oh, just one” she begged him again
“No” he said firmly “Now get ready”
But she kept the begging phone calls every ten minutes and she was
getting right on his tits, if he were to tell the truth.
So finally he relented
“Ok, we can open one present each before we leave for dinner”
“Goody” she squealed
“Now get yourself ready” Aidan said
“Ok”
An hour later he headed upstairs to her room and when he let himself in
he was expecting to find her waiting impatiently to open a present.
But instead he found her lying beneath the tree with wrapping paper
loosely draped about her body.
She was clearly feeling horny again and this time she wasn’t wearing wet
knickers, in fact she wasn’t wearing knickers at all or anything else for that
matter.
“You go first” she said
“If you insist” he said and once he had un-wrapped his present and
thoroughly examined the contents, he discovered the absence of wet lingerie but
he did find that she had wet whiskers.
And when he had methodically enjoyed every inch of her culminating in a
nerve tingling ball wetting fuck they were very nearly late for dinner with
Yvonne.
