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.
