Thursday, 9 September 2021

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (30) New Tricks

 

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 timer but the majority were frequent flyers on the erotica express.

 

But it wasn’t just the staff and their deviant clientele who benefitted from the House of Funs success, there were also the local workforce and the businesses in the supply chain.

One such company was O’Sullivan and Springthorpe Auctioneers, who supplied the House of Fun with furnishings, props, and some of the more exotic items in the suites and playrooms.

Joe Brindle and Jan Moody worked for the Auctioneers, Joe in Shallowfield and Jan in Purplemere, and they were both regular visitors to Pangmere to make deliveries, sometimes together and sometimes alone, Joe preferred it when she wasn’t there as she’d been trying to get in his trousers for two years, although he’d always resisted her advances because he was happily married to Elaine and she gave him all the sex he could ever want, which was just as well as his deliveries to the house of sin always left him horny.

 

All in all he thought Jan was a really annoying woman even though she did have a nice bod and fabulous tits, but his resistance was finally broken one summer night when he had been over to the Purplemere office to help with a stock check.

His resistance was finally broken one summer night when she lured him to a layby beside the Finchbottom Express Way, on the presence that her car had broken down.

While he was looking under the bonnet, she was divesting herself of every stitch of clothing.

He had always thought that she had a tidy figure and fit tits but as she stood there naked in the moonlight she looked gorgeous and any lingering doubts about whether he should wet his balls with her went out of his head as the blood rushed to his cock.

Unfortunately for him as the fun began, he discovered that she liked to give instructions

“Rub me hard”

“Yes, touch me there”

“Oooh do that”

“Oooh do this”

Which went on for a while and her constant instructions really pissed him off, so he snapped and span her round until she was facing the car

“I don’t like being told what to do or when to do it”

And he bent her over the bonnet and banged into her and fucked her hard.

Afterwards he left Jan sprawled over the bonnet of her car with her rear end covered in cum, and as he drove into Shallowfield he got a text from her

“Let’s do that again”

 

Well he wouldn’t have minded doing it again if he could guarantee she would shut up, but he thought that was very likely.

However, the text’s kept coming from her, begging him to fuck her again, pleading with him, but every time he declined.

That is until one Saturday afternoon about two months after he had last shagged her, when she turned up at the Shallowfield Auction Rooms where she knew he would be alone.

She put on her tightest most revealing leggings, sans pants and a tight sweater and no bra, so she looked good enough to eat and smelt divine. 

“No” he said as she walked into the office, but he still went hard

“Oh, Joe please” she begged “I’m so horny”

“No” he repeated

“Why?”

“You know why” he replied “I don’t like you telling me what to do”

“I won’t say anything” she said “I promise”

“You can’t help yourself” he said “Now off you go”

“Oh please” she said “I’ll do anything you ask”

“Anything?” he asked

“Yes anything” Jan agreed “you name it and I’ll do it”

 

Joe thought for a moment and remembered that parked in the warehouse was a liveried Luton van, it was the last one they had unloaded that morning and it should have been parked up in the yard but in their eagerness to get home the lads had left it inside which for what Joe had in mind was perfect.

“Are you sure you meant anything?” he asked one last time

“Absolutely” she confirmed

Joe went to a colleague’s desk and opened the top drawer and took out a pair of black tights.

“What are they for?”

“A gag” he replied, and she turned up her nose “it’s alright they’re clean”

She wasn’t convinced however so he reminded her

“You did say anything”

“Ok” she agreed and quickly obliged by opening her mouth and putting the gusset of the tights in her mouth which effectively gagged her, so he tied the legs behind her head in a bow.

He thought he might tell her later that he’d lied about them being clean.

Joe then led her by the hand, out to the warehouse and made her get in the back of the van.

“Undress” he ordered, there was a brief moment of hesitation but then she complied but stood holding her clothes in front of her to cover her modesty, which he knew she didn’t have.

Joe then tied her to the wooden rails that ran the length of the van using silk ropes he had borrowed from one of the lots that had belonged to a deceased magician and had been purchased by the House of Fun and was being delivered on Monday.

When he’d finished trussing her up she looked like a large pink, huge breasted starfish and he did all the things to her that he wanted to do the last time she was naked before him and when he’d made her cum until her knees went weak he fucked her against the side of the van.

 

He left Jan hanging from the cargo restraint’s, panting and sweating and looking like a slutty mural while he went outside for a smoke and phoned his wife to say he’d be a little late home, then he walked back inside and climbed into the van.

“Are you ok?” he asked, but she shook her head, so he undid her gag

“What’s wrong?”   

“I need a drink” she replied and then added quietly “and I need to pee”

He went away and when he returned, he was carrying a bottle of water and a bucket.

She was very grateful for the water and drank half of it before her need to pee grew too strong.

“Don’t make me pee in a bucket” she begged “please, I’ve been good”

“You said anything” he reminded her

“I know” she said “But...”

“No buts” he said “anything means anything, and a promise is a promise”

Reluctantly she agreed and he held the bucket between her legs and after a moment she let it go and released a jet of piss of extraordinary proportions.

“God that was sexy” he said when the last drops fell into the bucket

“Really? You don’t think I’m dirty” she asked

“Yes, but only in a good way” he replied as he put the bucket down.

Joe let her finish the rest of the water and then said

“It’s time to play again”

So, she smiled and opened her mouth so he could replace the gag.

 

With Jan bound and gagged Joe used her and abused her until she could barely stand and then he kissed her contracting belly and untied her ankle and in response she threw open her thighs and invited him to taste.

 

After noshing her to yet another orgasm he released her bonds and she fell into his arms and held on tightly to him.

She was still breathing hard and he could feel her heart pounding in her chest, behind her huge tits.

They stood in that embrace for several minutes while she got her breathing under control and she was sighing contentedly.

It was also a chance for him to get his second wind before the final act.

“Ok then” he said “hands behind your back”

She looked at him with eyes wide with alarm.

“There is still one more bit of fun to be had” he said and she immediately thrust her arms behind her for him to secure and when it was done he began walking her to their destination but she was a little leg weary so he put her over his shoulder and carried her.

He paused briefly in the show room while he stared at the reflection of her juicy quim which served to put lead in his pencil and he hurried on into the Auction Room for the finale.

He took her to the far end of the Auction Room and bent her over the auctioneer’s lectern where many a gavel had been banged but never to the best of his knowledge a Jan.

He had her laid in such a position that her great jugs were hanging free over the edge and her feet were off the floor giving her no control at all so the moment he entered her cunny he untied the rope tying her wrists so she could hold on and as he banged her harder and harder and then he untied her gag so he could hear her pleasure and hear her final orgasmic scream.

He didn’t withdraw as he came like he did in the layby and nor did he leave her sullied and spent in situ.

If he had she would probably still been lying there come Monday morning.

So, Joe helped her dress herself and then had to drive her home.

She was so exhausted she barely said a word on the drive home, but she did sigh a lot and he could hear the occasional whispering fanny fart.

When he reached her house, she kissed him tenderly and asked

“Are we ever going to do that again?”

“Do you want to?”

“Yes please” she said “But I need to rest for a few weeks”

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (29) Unwanted Attention

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 timer but the majority were frequent flyers on the erotica express.

 

But it wasn’t just the staff and their deviant clientele who benefitted from the House of Funs success, there were also the local workforce and the businesses in the supply chain.

One such company was O’Sullivan and Springthorpe Auctioneers, who supplied the House of Fun with furnishings, props, and some of the more exotic items in the suites and playrooms.

Joe Brindle and Jan Moody worked for the Auctioneers, Joe in Shallowfield and Jan in Purplemere, and they were both regular visitors to Pangmere to make deliveries, sometimes together and sometimes alone, Joe preferred it when she wasn’t there as she’d been trying to get in his trousers for two years, although he’d always resisted her advances because he was happily married to Elaine and she gave him all the sex he could ever want, which was just as well as his deliveries to the house of sin always left him horny.

 

All in all he thought Jan was a really annoying woman even though she did have a nice bod and fabulous tits, but his resistance was finally broken one summer night when he had been over to the Purplemere office to help with a stock check.

Everyone had to work quite late and it was after ten by the time he left and he thought he had escaped her clutches as she left ten minutes before him, but he had hardly driven half a mile before his mobile rang and it was Jan.

“What is it Jan?” he said sharply

“I’m a damsel in distress” she replied

“What’s wrong?” he asked indifferently

“I’ve broken down” she replied “On the Express Way”

He knew it was a ruse but his wife Elaine was at her sisters and he was horny as hell as he had spent some time in the voyeur rooms at House of Fun earlier in the day and he couldn’t get the image out of his head, so he weakened and agreed to help her.

 

She was parked in in a layby beside the Finchbottom Express Way, the only layby on the entire stretch that offered any privacy as there was a stand of trees shielding it from the road on one side and a shrubby copse separating it from fields beyond, on the other.

“That’s convenient” he thought to himself as he pulled up behind her and got out

“Thanks for coming” she said “you’re my hero”

“What’s the problem?” he said side stepping her flannel and looking inside the open bonnet

“Will the engine start?”

“I don’t know” she replied “But my motors running hot”

When he turned to look at her, she was standing beside the driver’s door completely naked and he’d always thought that she had a tidy figure and fit tits but as she stood there naked in the moonlight she looked gorgeous and any lingering doubts about whether he should wet his balls with her went out of his head as the blood rushed to his cock.

He closed the bonnet as there was, as he suspected, nothing wrong with the car and walked towards her and kissed her.

“Squeeze my tits” she ordered between kisses

“She’s one of those” he thought, “a giver of commands, but he roughly groped her tits anyway, they were beauties after all.

They continued to kiss while he squeezed and kneaded her tits as then he decided to head south and slip her a finger.  

She was very moist, and he was looking forward to frigging her and then it began.

“Oh yes rub me Joe” she ordered “Rub me hard”

“Yes, touch me there”

“Oooh do that”

“Oooh do this”

It went on for a while and her constant instructions were really pissing him off, and then after his fingering made her cum, she moaned

“Kiss my pussy”

“Lick my pussy Joe”

“I don’t think so” he snapped and span her round until she was facing the car

“I don’t like being told what to do or when to do it”

And he bent her over the bonnet and banged into her.

“Oh God” she moaned as he fucked her hard.

Banging her harder and harder until his belly was slapping her arse and hers was slapping on the bonnet.

He wasn’t interested in satisfying her he just wanted to fuck her until he shot his load and go home, and when he was on the very precipice of ejaculation he pulled out of her slobbering cunny and spaffed his seed all over her buttocks.

 

He was panting quite hard as he redressed himself and he smiled as he noticed his cum dripping off her cheeks and dribbling down her thighs.

“Good night Jan” he said and got back in his car and drove home.

 

As he drove across the Finchbottom Vale he felt a bit guilty, mainly because he’d been unfaithful to his wife, and he’d never done that before, but also for the way he left Jan sprawled over the bonnet of her car with her rear end covered in cum.

But as he drove into Shallowfield he got a text

“Let’s do that again” 

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (28) Afternoon and Evening

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.

 

When brother and sister, Paul and Polly Russell drove from Northchapel to Pangmere they were first timers at the House of Fun and Paul was something of a reluctant one, in fact the only reason he was there at all was because his big sister Polly had bought him a week long package to celebrate his divorce, although to his mind he thought commiseration was more appropriate, and just to be sure he used the gift she drove him there herself and even booked herself in for a two day special, though she didn’t know what to expect inside, she didn’t think it was really her kind of place, she was only there for her little brother.

Well Paul didn’t think it was his kind of place either but he had no choice in the matter apparently.

 

But once he was there it didn’t seem so bad, it was modern and clean and it didn’t look like a brothel.

When they got up to their suite he thought it was very nice and he thought Polly had been overly generous.

“This is very nice” Polly said and took her case into her bedroom and Paul nodded as he looked around.

“How bad can it be?” he thought to himself

He figured that he could swim, use the sauna and the gym and not get anywhere near anything even remotely seedy.

He thought he might even catch up on his reading, which clearly wasn’t what his sister Polly had in mind, but he didn’t need to tell her that.

His marriage had just ended in a bitter divorce and he just wanted to off load the marital home and draw a line under an unhappy episode in his life.

What he didn’t want to do was to get his rocks off for a week in a glorified knocking shop, even if the rooms were very comfortable, and he hadn’t had a shag for six months.

But it seemed to him to be a curious choice for a week away as he was disinterested and although he didn’t know it, it was an even more curious choice for his sister as she was frigid.

What he wasn’t aware of at that moment in time was that the proprietoress was celebrating her 52nd birthday, an event which would change his life forever.

 

On the morning of her 52 birthday as Yvonne approached reception she could feel her lips were still sticky after a brief liaison in her quarters with Martin.

She had awoken in her bed alone but she had an early morning visit.

The Chief Superintendent was six years younger than Yvonne, tall rugged and in good shape which was just as well as he had Yvonne and Linda, his 35 year old wife to satisfy.

She couldn’t answer to what Linda was getting but Yvonne could certainly vouch for the fact that she was always left well and truly satisfied.

He was a regular at the Spa and was also regularly in Yvonne but she hadn’t expected to see him that morning so it was a real treat to have been fucked twice before lunch.

That night he was taking her out to dinner at a posh restaurant, The Runcible Spoon in Purplemere.

She was thrilled because they had never been out before, all their liaisons had been at the Hotel, and afterwards he was spending the night with her, he hadn’t done that before either, the prospect of it kept her wet all day.

What she was particularly looking forward to was waking up with him and his dawn horn or better even than that being fucked awake by it.

And with that thought she took herself off to the voyeur rooms and rubbed herself off in the darkness as she watched her two most enthusiastic girls Claire and Kelly double teaming a well-known TV weather girl.

So Yvonne Makin who was walking the halls making her rounds, knickerless and moist as was her norm, and she was more smiley than normal that day because it was her birthday.

When she turned the corner she saw a couple walking towards her, a very attractive tall skinny young woman and a shorter stockier younger man.

There was a likeness in their faces which betrayed their shared ancestry and she hazarded a guess at brother and sister, but she also detected something else, they were ill at ease, and they both looked like they would have preferred being somewhere else.

 

Polly Russell was a tall girl, over six feet, stick thin, apart from her bust line, she also had very narrow hips and from behind she looked like a boy, but her legs were absolutely stunning.

She was twenty eight years old and like her brother she was divorced, she had a pretty face, friendly and open, and even prettier when she smiled which she didn’t do enough because she was always worrying about Paul who was as different from Polly as it was possible to get.

He was the fat to her thin, the short to her tall, the plain to her beautiful, cautious to her bold and the serious to her frivolous.

But in one obvious way there was no difference at all, he also had a friendly open face.

She thought the girl was gorgeous and would certainly have fun if she let herself and the young man was very cute and if she hadn’t been receiving a generous portion of cock from Martin she would have definitely been interested.

 

As Paul and Polly looked lost, and because she fancied the former she introduced herself

“Hello, I’m Yvonne”

“Hello” she said “I’m Yvonne”

“Oh hello” Polly returned “I’m Polly and this is my brother Paul”

“Hi” he said

“You two look lost, is this your first time here by any chance?”

She asked cheerfully

“Yes” Polly said “is it that obvious?”

“Well you do look a bit like condemned prisoners going to the gallows” Yvonne replied with a giggle “Have you seen anything that takes your fancy?”

They both shook their heads in response.

“Well do you know what you might like to try?” Yvonne asked “Fantasies that kind of thing”

Paul just looked at Polly and raised an eyebrow

“Um no not really” Polly stammered and blushed.

“Well what I would suggest is that you take a peep in the voyeur rooms” she said and then laughed at her unintended joke

“Peep is a very apt verb indeed”

Polly and Paul smiled and the former said

“That’s a good idea, don’t you think Paul?”

“Later for me I think, after lunch, I think I’ll explore some more” he said “But you go”

“Oh ok” she replied “but were getting together for lunch”

“I would try room V3” Yvonne suggested “Just down the corridor”

She thought Polly might be a bit frigid but her star stud and his huge cock were on the bill in V3 and she was confident that would get her warmed up, Callum in action would get a nun wet.

 

After they watched Polly wander off, there was a bit of an awkward silence and then Yvonne said

“It wasn’t your idea to come here was it Paul?”

“Am I that easy to read?” he asked

“Pretty much” she replied

“Well to tell the truth I’m more of a comfy chair and a good book kind of bloke” Paul admitted “All of this is a bit…. Real”

“Well we have a library” Yvonne said

“Yes but is it all mucky books?” has asked and they both laughed

“We have an extensive collection of Erotic literature, but we also have a very well stocked library of non-mucky books”

She said and they laughed again

“Come on I’ll show you the way” she said and took hold of his arm.

“Do you have much of a demand for books among your clientele?” he asked

“You would be surprised” she replied “our guests like to have something else to amuse themselves with in between bouts of depravity”

“That encouraging news” he said

“Here we are” she said “the library, enjoy”

“Thank you Yvonne”

 

“What a nice lady” he thought “Attractive, funny and normal”

What of course he was not aware of was that the attractive, funny and normal lady was walking the halls making her rounds, knickerless and moist as was her habit.

And the next time he saw her was when she returned to the Hotel drunk after being stood up at the Restaurant and he got to find out just how moist she was when he set out to help her to her room and ended up in his bed.

 

That night when her Good Samaritan took his duty so seriously that he looked after her right into his bed and gave her a birthday treat was both an end and a beginning. 

Paul finally put his divorce behind him and looked only to the future, he sold his Northchapel flat and rented one in Finchbottom so he could visit Yvonne regularly although in truth he rarely slept in it because after her birthday treat with Paul, Yvonne never again shared her former love, Martin Reed, with his wife.

She never forgave him for humiliating her when he stood her up at the restaurant but that wasn’t the sole reason, mainly it was because she had a man half her age keeping her well and truly serviced.

 

His sister Polly knew that Paul was a regular in Pangmere but she didn’t know just how regular and she never found out who he was seeing for a long time or what he was doing but the one thing she did know for sure was that he wasn’t going to the library, well not just to read anyway.

She was just overjoyed that he was going there and was living his life.

And it was because he was living his life that he was staying at the Pangmere Spa Hotel on Christmas Eve.

 

It was shortly after lunch, when he saw the weak winter sun settle just above the trees, and he thought to himself and smiled.

“Almost my favourite time of day”

He drew the heavy velvet curtains and walked to the bedside where he quickly undressed, then he pulled back the duvet and crawled into bed.

He hadn’t been there more than fifteen minutes when the door opened and someone entered, he heard footsteps on the carpeted floor, then there was a rustling of fabric and a minute or so later the visitor was in bed cuddled up behind him pressing their naked flesh against his.

Even if he hadn’t been expecting her he would’ve known by the perfume that it was Yvonne.

“I was beginning to think you weren’t coming” He said “I’m very sleepy now”

“Well I’m going to have to wake you up then” she responded in a whisper and she kissed the back of his neck.

Her lips were soft, like petals on his skin and he felt a stirring and as she continued with her feather light kisses her hand reached around him and was very soon gripping his swelling cock.

“He’s wide awake now” Yvonne said as she tugged expertly on him just as her mouth had reached his ear and her tongue licked and darted.

He broke away from her and turned around and pushed her over onto her back, and as they kissed she continued to play with his shaft.

They stopped kissing and he raised himself up on one elbow and looked down on her in the dim light and admired her body, and although it was the body of a fifty something, he thought it the most beautiful and the view excited him more than any he had ever seen.  

Her breasts, were to his mind perfect, though not substantial, they were perfections to his eyes and were surmounted by dark rose pink nipples, which sat there inviting him to suckle on them, so he took the nearest one into his mouth and sucked on it vigorously and Yvonne emitted a satisfying melodic murmur of approval.

He left her erect and swollen nipple, wet with his saliva and watched her as his hand drifted across her belly to her luxuriant course bush.

His hand dallied there toying with her tousled curls and she breathed deeply in anticipation of his next move.

Paul kissed her again as his hand came to rest on her mound, and Yvonne held her breath in anticipation of its progress and after a moment his finger opened her lips like a paper knife opening a letter and it was instantly immersed in her hot syrupy juice and she moaned in his mouth.

Paul stopped kissing her and pushed two fingers inside her cunny and she let out a coarse rasping moan.

 

She was biting her lip and her moans had become barometers of her pleasure in response to his fingering of her slippery slit.

Yvonne was becoming excessively vociferous in response to his attention and at the same time she was franticly tugging on his cock. 

So having reached the point of no return he fingered her until her face contorted in climax and her thighs closed on his hand.

Paul leant down and kissed her and as their tongues explored each other’s mouths he caressed her breast and prepared to mount her.

But he stopped kissing her and asked

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Oh yes” she purred

“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather just have a sleep?” he asked

“You can have a sleep if you want to” she said and pushed him onto his back and then scrambled aboard.

“But me and him aren’t tired”

Yvonne said and quickly impaled her hot mature pussy on him and rode him roughly and all Paul could do was admire her tits swinging in rhythm with her pumping and fondle her ample buttocks.

While his hands were occupied at Yvonne’s rear and his eyes were fixed on her jiggling frontage as she squirmed and writhed on top of him.

It wasn’t long, such was the pace she setting, before she reached that ecstatic point, the hinterland between being rooted to the ground and the gravity defying release of orgasm.

Yvonne looked down at him as she coarsely moaned, and then she closed her eyes and came hard and she cried out in a deliciously whorish utterance followed by

“Oh my Godddd”

He had heard that sound so many times and it never failed to spur him on to his own climax.

Yvonne kissed him before she climbed off him and then they both slept.

 

Yvonne reluctantly left Paul’s bed but he pulled her back and kissed her passionately.

He didn’t want her to go any more than she wanted to leave so they hugged each other tightly and when she did leave him it was only because she had to return to her room to get ready for dinner with Yvonne and Aidan at The Red Lion in Pangmere.

She would have liked to take Paul with her to dinner but she hadn’t had the courage to tell anyone about him yet, especially not her niece, though she wasn’t embarrassed or ashamed, even though he was half her age.

 

The restaurant was very busy, but then it often was, but on Christmas Eve it was full to bursting, the food at the Red Lion was excellent and it was very popular.

It was a pleasant evening, Lesley and Aidan were good company and the food was wonderful and it really was a very pleasant way to spend a couple of hours.

Yvonne thought it was just a meal to celebrate Christmas but in between the main course and desert Lesley made an announcement.

“Aidan and I are engaged” she squealed and held out her hand to show off her ring

“That’s wonderful news” Yvonne said and took hold of her hand to admire the ring.

For the next five minutes Yvonne and Lesley talked nonstop and as Aidan couldn’t get a word in edgeways he excused himself to go to the toilet.

Yvonne was so happy and it surprised Lesley just how thrilled she was and she found herself feeling a little guilty about the fact she had had sex in her Aunts office with Aidan earlier that afternoon while Yvonne was upstairs in her lovers Bed.

So while Aidan was in the toilet Lesley said

“You should have invited him”

“Invited who?” Yvonne replied

“You know very well who” Lesley replied with a smile

“I don’t think I do” Yvonne said innocently

“Paul” Lesley said

“Paul who?”

“Paul Russell” Lesley said

“Oh” Yvonne said and after a few moments asked “How did you know?”

“I’m a Makin” she replied and squeezed her Aunts hand but before she had a chance to say anything else Aidan returned.

 

The conversation returned to the engagement after Aidan returned to the table and continued through desert, coffee and liqueurs.

And as she looked on at the couple, who were so clearly in love and ecstatically happy in each other’s company, she found herself feeling jealous.  

Her hearts love, Paul, could have been sat by her side but he was back at the Hotel and she was on her own and all because, although she loved him very much she hadn’t acknowledged their relationship, to her shame.

And as she sat watching a happy couple in love she regretted that she was such a coward.

 

The love making with him was electric and just thinking about having his cock inside her made her wet but the thing that held her back from telling the world was that she was afraid that he didn’t love her as she did him.

 

When Yvonne, Lesley and Aidan got back to the Hotel she kissed her Niece and her fiancé goodnight and went to reception and made a phone call to Paul’s room and in earshot of everyone invited him to her room and then feeling ten feet tall she went up to her suite with her head held high and when she was inside she got herself ready.   

 

About ten minutes later Paul walked up to the door of Yvonne’s room and knocked on the door and when it opened Nanook of the North was standing on the threshold and invited him in from the hallway.

The figure was dressed in a fur hat, long winter coat, with a heavy woolen scarf wrapped around the neck and knee length boots.

“Yvonne?” he said, “What are you doing dressed like that?”

“We walked back from the restaurant and its cold outside” she replied as she closed the door.

“Yes but it’s not cold in here” He pointed out and then she un-wrapped the scarf from around her neck and he took off her fur hat and kissed her forehead.

“No, it’s actually very hot” she said as she sat on a chair and unzipped her boots

“Do the honours?” she said holding out a leg.

He put down the hat on a small table and pulled her boot off to reveal a knee length “practical sock”.

“Now the other one” she said as she held out the other leg

Once he had removed her boots she stood up and was still wearing her overcoat.

“So why did you invite me here?” he asked “A lot of people saw me”

“Good” Yvonne replied
“Good?” he asked “I thought you wanted us to be a secret”

“Not anymore” she said

“So you want everyone to know about us?”

“Yes” she replied “and I want some love”
“You had loving this afternoon” he pointed out
“That was afternoon loving” she responded as she unbuttoned her coat to reveal her beautiful naked breasts with her deep pink nipples standing proud.

The only other thing she had on beneath her coat were the knee length socks and pink M&S knickers.

Yvonne stepped in close and they kissed as his hands slipped inside her coat and settled on her waist which then pulled her closer to him.

Her kiss was warm and sensual and every fibre of him tingled.

She pulled her lips away but still close enough that he could feel her breath on his face as she spoke

“I liked the loving”

“So where do you want your love?” he asked.

She kissed his mouth quickly and then took his hand and led him into her bedroom, it was the first time she had taken him to her bed.

Once inside he slipped her coat off and pushed her back against the door and cupped her firm breasts and teased her nipples until they resembled Christmas rosebuds.

Paul fell to his knees and kissed her fleshy breasts and took each nipple into his mouth in turn as she ran her fingers through his hair as his fingers were grasping at the waistband of her pink knickers, so he tugged her M&S pants over her plump shapely buttocks and down her thighs and the further her pants descended so did his lips, and as he kissed the skin of her quivering belly her knickers had reached her knees,

When they had settled around her ankles his face was buried in her lush fragrant bush.

Paul let Yvonne step out of her drawers as he climbed back up her body.

His hands fell on her deliciously firm buttocks as his lips found hers and they kissed again.

Yvonne quickly undressed him until they both stood naked save for her socks, but as he guided her towards the bed she paused when they reached the larger of the two sofas.

“Do it like you love me” she implored.

“What?”

“Pretend just for tonight that you love me” she asked

“I don’t have to pretend Yvonne” he replied and with a huge smile on her face she threw herself into his arms and they kissed.

Then with real urgency she scrambled on to the bed and waited for him, she didn’t have to wait long as he scrambled after her and lay half on and half off of her.

He put his hand on the side of her face and pulled her head gently towards his and teased her lips with his several times until she smiled open mouthed and his tongue penetrated her mouth and they dissolved into a sea of passion.

His hand left her cheek and caught her breast as it rose and fell on her heaving chest.

Yvonne’s hands scratched lightly at his back as his hand crossed her belly and as his fingers combed through her unruly tousled bush he stopped kissing her.

Yvonne looked up at him open mouthed as his digits progressed, and then she closed her eyes and sucked in air through her teeth as she opened like a piece of ripe fruit to the gentle touch of his fingertips.

Between her parted lips his fingers reveled in the sensual syrup of her secretions and their foreheads touched and she panted in his face with each stroke along her creamy crack.

With her eyes closed and her lips pursed his fingering became more frenetic until her body tensed and she gasped.

Paul kissed her hot panting mouth as he maneuvered above her; and she grasped his cock firmly and guided him into her hot creamy cunny.

Yvonne exuded a divinely sensual sound as she received him and her hands were on his buttocks groping and squeezing.

As the tempo increased she moaned and sighed and as she neared Shangri-La, when he could feel the burning heat from her pussy, her rasping breaths became deeper.

Her panting became erratic, her head rolled and her nails dug into his fleshy cheeks and then with a sensual scream and a satisfying shudder she cried out in orgasm before he gave her two more extremely short strokes and he followed her over the abyss.

“Oh” she exclaimed and kissed him as he lay on top of her.

“Was that what you had in mind” he asked between his pants

“That was exactly what I had in mind” she replied with a sigh and then with reluctance, he withdrew and rolled off her where in blissful contentment they cuddled up underneath the duvet in the afterglow of love making and the comforting warmth of love and then they slept. 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (048) Halloween Harlots

 

Stewart had fallen asleep in front of the TV as he sat in his armchair in the lounge and awoke suddenly to find Mary Bean standing in the doorway.

He wasn’t sure if what he was seeing was real or if he was dreaming so he closed his eyes and when he opened them again she was still there and he smiled.

 

Stewart Simpson was an unremarkable man in his late twenties, and he had been married to Carole, whom he loved very much, for over five years.

They lived in a cul-de-sac in a modern development in Childean and had well paid jobs that they both enjoyed, they had two foreign holidays every year and had a very comfortable life.

They didn’t have children, but they had no plans for that to change in the immediate future so everything in the garden was lovely the only fly in the ointment was the lack of excitement, in the bedroom.

Carole had a very low sex drive and was therefore quite content with having sex on high days and holidays.

For Stewart the reverse was true he would have liked to be doing it with his wife all the time, but he loved her very much and so he contented himself with watching porn and knocking one out when the need arose.

However Mr. Average Simpson started to lead a secret life.

It all came about when his sister in law Mary Bean came to stay with them.

She was a twenty three year old trouble maker and a bit of a delinquent, in fact all in all a thoroughly disagreeable creature and she had driven her mother to the point of a nervous breakdown.

So at the end of July Mary went to live with the Simpson’s, in order to give her poor mother a break from her. 

But from the moment she first arrived in Childean she made their life a living hell with her foul mouth and disagreeable behavior.

 

But as he sat in his armchair only 14 months after she first arrived he found it difficult to believe that the foul mouthed, disagreeable, lazy and ungrateful little cow was the same girl he was now looking at.

The same shrewish girl that he had tamed with a sound spanking and a thorough shag over the coffee table.

After that evening she was a different person and on every Tuesday and Wednesday evening when his wife Carole went out Mary would appear in the doorway to the lounge looking coy, sometimes in her nightclothes or just in a dressing gown fresh from the shower and quite often she would dress up.

And that was the case the day before Halloween when he awoke from his dose to find her standing in the doorway dressed as Wednesday Addams.

She was wearing a black dress with large white cuffs and matching collar, he liked collar and cuffs to match, black tights, he presumed them to be tights anyway and low heels, but heels nonetheless to shape her legs and around her narrow waist was a broad black belt with a large silver buckle.

He thought she looked very sexy, which was quite perverse really as the costume wasn’t meant to be sexy, but it was with her in it.

 

Mary was dressed as Wednesday Addams and she was wearing a black dress with large white cuffs and matching collar, he liked collar and cuffs to match, black tights, he presumed them to be tights anyway and low heels, but heels nonetheless to shape her legs and around her narrow waist was a broad black belt with a large silver buckle.

He thought she looked very sexy, which was quite perverse really as the costume wasn’t meant to be sexy, but it was with her in it.

On her head she wore a brown wig with long braids, but with her complexion, which was naturally pale, her face didn’t require make up.

“Hello gorgeous” he said and in response she undid the belt and dropped it on the floor as she walked towards him and began unbuttoning the front of her dress.

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

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

Mary leant forward and put a hand on the arm rests either side of him, to support herself, allowing the full weight of her little tits to hang seductive and inviting in their black lace holster.

Which was when she kissed him in a passionate, wet, cock swelling way and he reciprocated.

When she stopped Mary stood up and without speaking she took hold of both of his hands and pulled him up out of the chair, then with a shrug of her shoulders the dress was around her ankles.

Mary was normally compliant and easily bent to his will but he was enjoying the more dominant Mary.

But he still intended to pick her up and carry her upstairs but instead they performed a frantic lustful dance as they each tried to steer the other towards the stairs which looked like a type of horny pinball as they careered off the walls.

At the foot of the stairs they lost their bearings and ended up in the kitchen where he unhooked the catch between her breasts and they briefly swung invitingly free until he gave them a thorough groping, they had certainly matured in the few weeks since he had last fondled them, after a nice grope he pushed her backwards onto the table and sucked her magnificent erect, pink nipples, sucking on them like a hungry child.

Only the 70 denier fabric of her black tights and a pair of scanty briefs stood between him and another joyful fuck.

Her breasts were rising and falling and he could hear her heart pounding in her chest as he suckled on her.

When he stopped sucking on her tits leaving them wet, misshapen and swollen and chose instead to watch her as his hand reached the heart of her Halloween fire and he fingered her through her tights, the fabric slipping and sliding on her wet gash until her cream oozed through the fabric, and Mary wriggled beneath his hand and moaned like a whore.

Mary’s hands gripped the edges of the table until her knuckles whitened and her panting came in course rasping breaths until she cried out in orgasm.

 

Mary’s hands gripped the edges of the table until her knuckles whitened and her panting came in course rasping breaths until she cried out in orgasm.

Stewart reached up under her arse with both hands and smartly yanked the tights from her cheeks and down her thighs to her knees, then he went up there again for her pants this time she obliged him by lifting her arse off the table and the black lace panties rolled easily off her buttocks and he gently pushed her legs back until her knee’s rested on her tits so that when he looked lustily down at her pink pussy it was inviting him to dine, so with a hand behind each knee to hold her open he plunged in to the salty rime and licked out her clamshell.
"Oh God Stewart" she moaned as he licked her out and one of her shoes fell off while he noshed her, it was the first time that evening that she had spoken.

She gripped the table so tightly her knuckles showed even whiter through her pale skin as he continued to work on her with his tongue and then she came.

Stewart stood up licking his lips and disposed of her remaining shoe before he roughly pulled her tights and knickers off over her feet.
“Do it here” she demanded “do it now” and she tried to release his cock from his trousers, her bra hanging on her like a gunslingers vest.
He suddenly became aware of the amount of times he’d had her on a table of some description so he thought it would be best to take her upstairs.

Besides the kitchen table had seen enough action already.

“No” he said sternly as he quickly locked the backdoor and she looked at him crestfallen until he said "bed"
Which was greeted with a broad smile and then she ran up the stairs like a rat up a drainpipe.
He took more measured strides and paused to pick up her discarded clothes on the way before he and his erection made a steady ascent up the stairs.

Mary was sitting on her haunches in the middle of her bed when he entered the room.

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

The wig lay on the bedroom floor and she had released her shoulder length mousy hair which was a shade or two lighter than her muff and as he looked down at her mousy minge he thought again about how much he liked the collar and cuffs to match.

As Mary bounced on the bed, everything bounced along with her although his eyes focused on her tits.

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

“Time to get it out” she said with a look of intense concentration on her face.

“There he is” Mary said gleefully as she roughly pulled his pants down and released the beast.

Meanwhile he was unbuttoning his shirt when Mary suddenly leapt up, and taking him completely by surprise, shoved him so hard he fell onto the bed.

 

Mary was knelt on the bed and hurriedly began undoing his trousers.

“Time to get it out” she said with a look of intense concentration on her face.

“There he is” Mary said gleefully as she roughly pulled his pants down and released the beast.

Meanwhile he was unbuttoning his shirt when Mary suddenly leapt up, and taking him completely by surprise, shoved him so hard he fell onto the bed.

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

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

He thought as he lay beneath her fondling her tits while she fucked him how different this girl was to the one who made their life a misery just over a year earlier.

Unlike the previous times she had ridden him she remained completely in control as she emitted the most sensual self-satisfying moans.

Not needing to intercede he just gripped her cute buttocks as she rode him beyond the precipice and she screamed

“Oh fuck” as he shot into her.

Mary was such a surprisingly good Halloween fuck that he was in no rush to leave her bed and he let her have him once more before he left her room just moments before Carole arrived home.

 

On Halloween itself he was going to spend a quiet evening alone as, Mary, dressed as Wednesday Addams, the outfit he’d removed her from the previous night and her best friend Anjuli,  dressed as a horny witch were going to a party.

But as he sat alone watching TV Anjuli appeared in the doorway and said

“Trick or treat” and held out her treat bag, he didn’t look in it because he knew only too well what she considered a treat.

In her treat bag there were likely to be hand cuffs, silk ropes vibrators and a large pink dildo.

“Oh a Treat please” he said just as Mary joined her

“That’s not how it works” Anjuli said, “We’re supposed to get the treat”

“Well I’m game if you are,” he said directly to Anjuli

She licked her lips and looked at her friend who smiled and said

“Go on then, I had mine last night” she said and kissed her then over her shoulder she added “You’ve got half an hour”

Anjuli stepped in the room and closed the door behind her.

She stood against the wall in her witch’s outfit, all in black except for the white stripes on her long socks and the red laces in her high-heeled ankle boots and was smiling and biting her lip.

“Well come and get your treat then” he said

So she took off her witch’s hat and threw it on the floor before the little witch kissed him and he took her voluptuous young body in his arms.

Whereas her friend Mary’s body was on the skinny side of slim

Anjuli’s was curvy and full.

He fumbled inside her cloak as they kissed and quickly rummaged his way through the layers until he reached her bare flesh and moments later he had un-harnessed her huge tits and got them both in hand.

Her hot mouth was clamped over his as her darting tongue explored every inch of his mouth and she snorted noisily through her nose.

Then her mouth, lips and tongue kissed and licked their way to his ear as his hands were grasping hands full of skirt until his palms were touching the naked flesh at the top of her socks and from her outer thighs moved up to her buttocks, squeezing the pliable cheeks until his hands were entering her knickers and dragging them off her plump cheeks as Anjuli slurped in his ear.

Once her knickers were at half-mast he turned his attention to the witches familiar, her pussy, his right hand moved seamlessly from buttock to hip to belly and then descended through her lush bush, to rest on her mound, she stopped tonguing his ear and looked at him earnestly before giving one of her slutty smiles and his finger slipped inside her crease, her smile widened and her eyes rolled back into her head as he fingered her among the hot creamy sauce of his Halloween treat.

And there they stood, Anjuli pinned against the wall with her knickers around her thighs as he frigged her wet gash until she came.

“What shall I do to the naughty little witch now” he asked her

“Give her your wand” she replied and giggled

Stewart took her hand and led her across the lounge but due to her low-slung drawers Anjuli had to waddle not unlike a duck until they reached the sofa where he propped her against the end of the sofa and knelt in front of her and with my hands beneath the hem of her skirt I slid them up slowly from her knees to her naked thighs, taking the skirt with them until her thick black pubic triangle was before his eyes and he buried his face in it and she giggled again.

He would have liked to have given her the same thorough treatment that Mary had received the night before but there was no time for it on that occasion.

While his nose took in her erotic scent his hands pulled her knickers down to her ankles.

Stewart then stood up with his hands still up her skirt and gripping her buttocks, one gorgeous cheek in each hand, he lifted her effortlessly of the ground until her big round arse was sitting on top of the sofa back.

There was a pause for another passionate fuelled wet kiss and then he leant her backwards until she lay balanced along the sofa back.

 

There was a pause in proceedings for another passionate fuelled wet kiss between Stewart and Anjuli and then he leant her backwards until she lay balanced along the sofa back.

Obligingly her legs came up so he could pull her big black knickers off her over her boots.

And as she lay there with her pussy on display he dropped his trousers and readied himself and then to her delight he penetrated her tight brown pussy.

It felt so good as he looked down on her as he was doing her and he was admiring her thick black untamed patch of pubes and he thought how beautifully hairy she was.

Anjuli knew only too well how much he liked her tits and her chocolate coloured nipples so she uncovered them for him and put them on display before she wrapped her striped legs around him as he pumped her tight pussy.

He knew it was going to be over all too soon and he really wished he could spend more time on her, but Anjuli, like Mary, was a game bird so he knew this would not be the last time she would be wetting his balls.

His hands slid forwards and fondled her huge titties and her small hands grasped his shoulders as he reached the short strokes and her moans became frantic, and he kept that up until her back arched and they both came in unison.

He was reluctant to withdraw from her juiciness because he knew there would be no second helping of her that night.

 

They had a final kiss and cuddle by the lounge door before he opened it to find Mary on the other side

“I thought you were never coming” she said and then blushed when she realised the connotation.

Stewart was turned on by her embarrassment and kissed her long and slowly, then he said.

“You too had better go before I get another stiffy”

There was a moment’s hesitation but then the girls stepped out under the porch light.

“You’ve got cum on you cloak Ju” he said

“It’s an occupational hazard for a dirty little witch” Mary replied and two girls trotted off down the path laughing.

He stayed at the front door until they were completely out of sight.

“Well that was nice” he said to himself then he noticed some trick or treaters heading his way so he went inside and turned off the light.

He didn’t particularly like Halloween but he loved it when the girls dressed up.

He was fortunate that Halloween fell on one of the nights Carole was out at her friends.

Stewart was upstairs for part of the time while Carole was getting changed and she was responsible for initiating the arousal that ended inside Anjuli, he would have preferred to have made love to his wife who he loved so much.

Sex was great with the girls and he really enjoyed it but it was only sex he didn’t love either Mary or Anjuli.

Carole looked gorgeous when she left the house and it made him wonder if some horny wizard would be putting his wand up her, but he dismissed the thought almost as soon as it entered his mind.

After all she had a very low sex drive and didn’t really like sex that much.