Safe in the darkness
Modesty abates,
Inhibitions melt away,
Mouths engage
Tongues employ,
Eager hands explore
In clumsy groping
Of eager young flesh.
Clinging together,
Writhing in unison,
Moaning, panting, gasping
The language of lust
Fluently uttered,
Peaking to imminent crescendo
With uncontrollable desire,
The throb and ache of want,
For final urgent coupling
In their gluttonous consumption
To attain satisfaction
Bob King’s boss said
“Bob,
go to the he replied Clayton Manor Hotel and meet a new client”
“Sure,
who am I meeting” he asked
“Sam
Barraclough”
A lunchtime meeting at the Clayton Manor was one of the few perks his job had
to offer so why wouldn’t he jump at the chance.
And
it meant he would be out of the office most of the day as Clayton was an hour
and a half drive from Abbottsford even on a good day.
With a name like Sam Barraclough, he was expecting to meet a Yorkshire man with
whippet on a lead, with a copy of the pigeon fanciers weekly laying on his knee,
a dour Yorkshireman wearing a cloth cap and a tweed jacket.
Bob
was certainly not prepared for who it was that was actually waiting to greet
him in reception, the whippet wielding Yorkshireman turned out to be a very
pretty young woman by the name of Samantha, who was a petite young blonde, and
was stunningly beautiful, that would teach him to jump to conclusions.
Bob was instantly spellbound by the delicious creature as she introduced
herself with a broad smile and a hearty hello.
And in response he stuttered out his own introduction and the beautiful young
woman offered her hand to him in greeting and he accepted it gladly.
Her
hand was soft and smooth like silk and it gripped his firmly and in his large
paw her little hand was almost like that of a child.
In
silence they continued to shake hands and they both smiled and held each
other's gaze and hand perhaps slightly too long and they both laughed nervously
and Samantha’s cheeks blushed brightly.
“I have a meeting room booked, do you want to follow me” She said and even her
voice was beautiful, pure Carrington Chase educated perfection, Carrington
Chase being Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought
it was the other way around.
It
was certainly no chore as he followed her, walking through a cloud of exotic
heady fragrance left in her beauteous wake.
She
went out though the door and silently led him down a corridor in the direction
of the meeting rooms and as he followed he was mesmerized by her perfect form
and was happily admiring its perfection.
Even wearing four-inch heels he marvelled at her daintiness as even in heels
she only reached the dizzy height of five foot three.
Her straight blonde hair cascaded softly onto the shoulders of her fitted silk
blouse which perfectly complemented her waif like frame.
Samantha had the tiniest of waists and the slenderest of hips to swing and pert
round buttocks contained within the expensive tailored skirt and then the
shapely legs, clad in stockings unless he was mistaken, and the overall effect
was stunning and he was absolutely smitten.
As she passed an open door, sunlight illuminated her form through silk and
cotton and the sudden transparency left nothing at all to Bob’s imagination and
she continued walking seemingly oblivious to the effect she had achieved on the
red-blooded man in her wake.
Not
out of conceit she just wouldn’t have believed it possible that she could leave
grown men breathless.
Samantha
pushed open the meeting room door and held it open for Bob to enter
“Thank
you” he said and once again their eyes met and they held each other’s gaze a
moment to long once more and both blushed again.
Samantha stopped by a vacant seat and slowly turned towards him as the room was
flooded with sunlight which caused the illumination of her fine breasts for Bob
to see, an opportunity he did not pass up.
The vent on her skirt caught momentarily on the arm of the chair as she
prepared to seat herself and showed him a tantalising glimpse of stocking top which
to his delight confirmed the suspicion that he had earlier.
Effortlessly and elegantly she slipped into the vacant chair and gestured for him
to sit beside her in the neighbouring chair.
Samantha was neither coy nor reticent as she sat straight-backed, upright,
confident and proud and her beautiful cultured voice was strangely hypnotic,
clear, and crisp but not loud and once again he was completely enveloped in her
intoxicating scent as she opened her briefcase and deftly removed the relevant documents.
She was like a precious work of art that he had admired from a distance but
sitting next to her he could examine her in fine detail, every brushstroke, and
every nuance.
Her blonde hair cascaded onto her slim shoulders like fine golden rain and as
she moved the sun was highlighting the strands like spun gold again and again.
The golden rain tumbled down to caress the nape of her neck and coming to rest
on her soft silk covered shoulders.
Bob
could barely concentrate on the documents as he was transfixed by the vision of
her golden hair framing her pretty face.
A
face of pale alabaster, pale like the porcelain on a doll or like a Greek grace
and her eyes, stunning and captivating, were of translucent green and her nose
was small and angular sat perfectly in its place.
Her
mouth was small and narrow but her lips were full and luscious and as she spoke,
her pale pink lips glistened moistly and sensuously.
When
their eyes met, however fleetingly it might be they both blushed to their roots
and then a smile danced about her mouth provocatively.
He left no element of the perfect whole unscrutinised and turned his attention
to her slim pale arms, naked and bare where the suns illumination highlighted like
white gold the downy hair upon them.
And her small delicate hands with fingers so elegant and slim with no bitten or
false nails just naturally well cared for and prim.
Also no rings adorned her fingers in fact there was no jewellery at all, But
then to Bob’s mind no jewellery could ever improve on the perfection of her
beauty.
Suddenly
she dropped her pen and leant forwards to retrieve it causing her blouse to
gape revealing a glimpse of breast, just the briefest glimpse of breast with a
hint of lace and frill but enough to quicken the pulse and excite the senses.
Samantha
suddenly dropped her pen and leant forwards to retrieve it causing her blouse
to gape revealing a glimpse of breast, just the briefest glimpse of breast with
a hint of lace and frill but enough to quicken the pulse and excite the senses.
But
then she caught him letching at her and smiled as he averted his gaze and
making him feel like a naughty schoolboy. but then it was her milky white flesh
that blushed in a crimson blaze.
Alas all too soon their short business meeting was at a close and done and he
felt her soft delicate hand in his again but he was so blinded by her beauty
and so intoxicated by her sweet perfume he could barely stammer out a sentence.
“We
will have to arrange another meeting because I’m not sure you were really
paying attention” she said “Well not to my presentation anyway”
“No
I’m sorry about that, I’m normally much more professional than this” he said as
she slipped the documents back into her briefcase.
“That’s
ok” She said “I’m not offended”
And
then she snapped her briefcase shut and added
“Well
now that the meeting is officially at an end I don’t feel that my
professionalism is in anyway compromised and so with a clear conscience I can
do this”
And
Samantha went up on her tip toes and kissed his mouth with her pale pink lips,
at first soft and gentle like the touch of a butterfly’s wing and then with
real passion as her tongue darted in and out of his mouth and he was enveloped in
her intoxicating perfume and her passionate embrace.
As
he began to get control of his faculties and he came to terms with the fact
that a beautiful, intelligent, classy and quite frankly drop dead gorgeous
young woman was invading his mouth with her tongue.
He
was suddenly like a child in a sweet shop and had just been told to take his
pick.
First
of all he decided he should join the party in earnest and kiss her with equal
vigour and this was met with her acquiescence as Samantha, still on tiptoes,
wrapped her slim naked arms around his neck.
His
head started swimming as his hands slid down her back and settled on her cute
cheeks, at first he thought it must have been her exotic fragrance lingering
about him, but he soon realised that it was because all of his blood was
heading south.
Things
like this didn’t happen to him, if anyone had witnessed them in their embrace
they would have unanimously said that he was punching well above his weight.
Not
that he was a bad looking man, he wasn’t, but he wasn’t stunning, sexy or buff,
he was middling.
He
was an average man approaching his thirtieth birthday and he was snogging an
absolute beauty of about five years younger.
Bod
had reached the point where he wanted to get inside her clothes but didn’t want
to break the spell.
But
so much blood was rushing to his nether regions that his legs were likely to
buckle beneath him so he pirouetted quite gracefully and then in one fluid
movement sat himself on a chair and deposited her on his lap.
So
much blood was rushing to Bob’s nether regions that his legs were likely to
buckle beneath him so he pirouetted quite gracefully and then in one fluid
movement sat himself on a chair and deposited her on his lap.
“Nicely
done” she said briefly disengaging from his mouth.
He
would have thanked her but her mouth was on his again before he got the chance.
“Breast or leg? Breast or leg?” he kept reciting in
his head as his hands caressed up and down her slender frame repeatedly ending
up on her tight little buttock.
She was still fervently kissing him, her tongue like
a striking serpent and her lips attached to his mouth like a limpet and her nostrils
began snorting in air.
He made his decision and his caressing hand slid
slowly up to cup her breast; she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her
nose as he fondled her breast through her clothes.
He began unbuttoning her blouse but she stopped him
in his tracks
“No” she said and Bob thought “that’s it, the shows
over”
“Not here” she continued
“I’m staying at the hotel” she added and then
blushed
And then for the second time that day she led him on
a walk through the hotel, only this time she led him by the hand and at a much
faster pace.
When they arrived at the room, and for the first
time Sam showed signs that she was not quite as composed as she had appeared to
be, because her hand was shaking as she fumbled in her bag for her key card.
Bob noticed her trembling hand and was himself
tingling with anticipation, already imagining what delights awaited him once they got in
the room, but having retrieved it from her bag Sam was having trouble with the
electronic key.
“Would
you like me to try?” he asked as Sam struggled with the lock.
But
she just paused and took a deep breath and it worked, the light turned green,
the lock clicked and the door opened.
Her
shoulders relaxed, Samantha regained her composure and she strode purposefully
inside and coolly deposited her briefcase on the shelf and he followed her into
the room a little less confidently.
Samantha
proceeded into the room and stopped at the foot of the bed where she paused
before turning to face him.
She
closed her eyes and took another deep breath and said
“I
just want to say that this is completely out of character for me” she blurted
out before she breathed deeply again
“And
I don’t want you to think I make a habit of this”
She
said and wriggled out of her skirt, it reached the floor and she stepped out of
it daintily and kicked it away with her stiletto heeled foot.
Bob
could only look upon her in abject admiration, but he appreciated her for
slightly longer that he should and Samantha became self-conscious and looked at
her feet and blushed.
Bob
could only look upon her in abject admiration, but he appreciated her for
slightly longer that he should and Samantha became self-conscious and looked at
her feet and blushed.
He
stepped towards her without hesitation and gently lifted her chin so he could
look into her eyes.
“I’m
sorry” Bob said “you are just so beautiful, I couldn’t take my eyes off you”
And
then he kissed her, it was a warm
sensual kiss with probing tongues of passion and he began unbuttoning her
blouse again but she stopped him in his tracks once more.
“No” she said but this time with a wicked leer on
her sweet face “Let me”
“Ok” he agreed
“Sit on the bed” she instructed and Bob complied.
Samantha then tottered on her heels so she was
facing him and began to unbutton her white blouse slowly and deliberately but
as each button of the blouse succumbed it only offered him fleeting glimpses of
its contents.
When
she attended to the last button she was suddenly overcome by shyness and
launched herself into his arms and Samantha’s
arms gripped him like a bear trap around the neck and said
“You’ll
have to do the rest”
“My pleasure” he replied as his hands caressed up
and down her skinny frame and she was nibbling and licking his ear by the time
they settled on her tight little buttocks.
She
stopped attending to his ear as his hands progressed from her delicious silk
covered cheeks to slip beneath her blouse and caressed her naked skin.
Sitting on the end of the bed the diminutive little
blonde was above him, and kissed down into his mouth, her tongue like a
striking serpent.
He deftly unhooked her bra, with her lips still
pressing on his, and as his large paws made contact with the soft firm flesh of
her breasts she murmured in his mouth and snorted air through her nostrils.
Bob
pushed her away from him and a look of alarm spread across her face and she bit
her lip and tried to cover herself.
“No
don’t do that” he said softly yet firmly “take it off”
Samantha
stopped biting her lip and smiled as she slipped off her blouse and quickly
closed the distance between them.
“Not
so fast” he said “the bra as well”
She
managed to comply without moving and then tried to kiss him again but Bob kissed
her neck instead.
Samantha
didn’t like the fact he wouldn’t let her kiss him it was the one thing she was
really good at.
She
wasn’t very experienced with sex and most of the experience’s she had had weren’t
really memorable, looking as she did she had always attracted men, the problem
was she chose the wrong ones, that was why she was attracted to Bob because he
wasn’t the “type” of man she normally went for.
Her
disappointment over the kissing was short lived once she realised he wasn’t
interested in her neck, that was just a starting point from where he kissed her
alabaster skin with soft feather light kisses gently and tenderly.
Samantha
was breathing deeply as he kissed her skin and her chest was rising and falling
as his lips reached her treasures.
Bob
kissed her breasts and his tongue flicked around her proud nipples before he
took them in his mouth in turn.
When
he had finished with them he let her nipple pop out of his mouth and looked up
at her with a smile.
Samantha
returned his smile and tried to kiss him again and this time he let her as his
hands settled on her stocking tops.
And
as her tongue re-explored his mouth his hand explored her thighs and as his
fingers reached her silk panties he found a wet patch and she moaned in his
mouth and as he rubbed her through the silk and made it even wetter as she
moaned again, and even her moans were perfect, dripping with class and refinement
which aroused him even more.
Another
exclamation of pleasure escaped her in response to his touch as she buried her sweet face deep in his neck and wrapped her limbs about him
but he could still hear her sweet murmuring as he continued to stroke at her continuing
wetness.
Her
murmurs turned to rich velvet whimpers as he continued rubbing her, bringing
her rapidly to the sweet abyss of orgasm until she squealed and she came deliciously
beneath his touch and her thigh’s closed tight on his hand at the point of
climax.
But
she released it as Bob gave Samantha a soft and gentle kiss and Sam responded
further by
trying to undo his belt, but her hands were trembling so much that she couldn’t
do it and she was getting increasingly frustrated.
“Let
me” he said and kissed her before sitting her on the bed beside him.
“But
I want to” she insisted
“Then
let me help” he replied
Bob
knelt in front of her and shared a long lingering kiss before he loosened his
belt.
At
that point he let Samantha take over and he rested his hands on her knees as
she fumbled at his belt with a look of
intense concentration on her face and her tongue sticking out the side of her
mouth.
After the belt she tackled his
trouser button and then the zip.
And finally she pulled his
trousers and pants off his buttocks and released her prey.
“There” Samantha said proudly
and he kissed her smiling lips and she gently stroked his shaft until the
moment came that they had both been waiting for.
Bob pushed her gently back on
the bed and pushed her thighs apart and pulled the
expensive silk knickers to one side with his thumb and saw her neatly trimmed
bush for the first time before he went up her knicker leg and into her hot
tender loins.
He looked down on her as she
wriggled and squirmed like a fish on the river bank as the most sensual sounds
of pleasure emanated from her.
Until finally she released a cultured scream and
her body shuddered in ecstasy only moments before Bob’s blissful arrival.
Samantha lay stretched out on the bed with Bob still
inside her and as she lay there panting and sighing and she was finally
fulfilled.
“This one’s a keeper” she said to herself as she
looked up at her deliverer and he smiled at her.
It marked a new chapter in Samantha’s life
“This time was memorable” she said to herself and
giggled and so was the next.
Drawn by scent
Like a bee
To a flower
Probing, amidst
Pink open petals
I sip the nectar
Amy Coates went to the
University of Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford and it was for
her, like many girls of her age, a life defining time.
She was in halls for the first year and she
shared with three other girls Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly
brunette girl, Alison Holmes, a skinny
braless girl with small yet beautifully formed tits and a bad case of OCD and Claire Jarvis a
quiet busty brunette.
All four of the girls were studying English
in one form or another and apart from their studies they also had in common the
fact they were all natives of the Finchbottom Vale.
Claire was from Purplemere, Carole from
Childean, Alison from Finchbottom and
Amy from Shallowfield.
The friendship that resulted from, on the
face of it, 4 very different characters coming together, lasted for their
lifetimes and as they got on so well the four of them decided very early on to
rent a house between them for the second and third years.
Amy was five foot eight with long cascading
red hair, and a red bush.
She also had mesmerizing green eyes, a heart
melting smile, a gorgeous figure, substantial breasts and a pert arse, all
gracefully underpinned by stunning legs.
Out of all the girls Amy was the only one
of them who was had a boyfriend when they first met during fresher’s week.
Mark Sheridan was four years older than Amy
and had already been through University.
He was literally the boy next door for Amy
and she had loved him since she was 12 years old but because she was younger
and was a skinny tomboy with braces on her teeth she was invisible to him.
But in her haven beneath the comfort of her
duvet as her young fingers played with herself roughly she was dreaming of him
touching her.
She finally got him in the summer before
she went off to Abbottsford and she had him heart body and soul.
After dating for a month Mark went to stay
with his grandparents for two weeks and while he was away they began writing
love letters to each other via email and when he returned to Shallowfield they
made love for the first time, which was also her first time.
But once she had succumbed to him that
first time she wanted him all the time, he had created a monster, a beautiful,
sexy, large breasted slut monster.
She wanted to do it with him at every
opportunity, at any time and in any location and with Amy in Abbottsford and
Mark in Shallowfield Amy was severely rationed so when they did get together
she wanted as much of him as she could get.
And she would either travel home to Shallowfield
to get it or Mark would drive to Abbottsford to give it to her.
But they didn’t get together every week so
she made sure she got the full benefit of him when they did.
For the May Bank Holiday weekend she was at
home for five days and she thought all her Christmas’s had come at once.
It was the day after the May bank holiday
weekend when the house was empty that they had a long lingering farewell fuck
in Amy’s bed among all her cuddly toys from her childhood.
They lay in each arms for longer than they
should have but reluctantly she dragged herself into the shower.
“Do you want me to join you?” he offered
“No we’re late enough already” she replied
jokingly but in reality she was sad and she had a cry in the shower.
When she emerged he got in and when he was
finished she was already dressed and was wearing a short denim skirt and a pale
blue short sleeved shirt, low cut to show off her lovely tits, and not
forgetting the blue and white ankle socks.
He couldn’t see what colour her knickers
wear but as she was wearing a pale blue bra and having intimate knowledge of
her lingerie, having removed her from them countless times, he was pretty sure
they were also pale blue with white bows.
Her long wavy red hair was still wet from
the shower and left damp splodges on the shoulders of her top.
While Mark was musing about her undies Amy recognised the expression on his
face that normally preceded her get a portion but she looked up at the clock
and said
"We need to get going"
The fact they were an hour late leaving
didn’t hamper them in any way in fact because the traffic was lighter than
expected they got to the house only ten minutes later than they had originally
planned.
Which meant even after
unloading the car and carrying the bags up to her room Amy decided there was
still enough time to do her one last time before her first lecture started.
The location she
settled on for their second farewell fuck of the day was the kitchen, which was
made all the more exciting firstly because the house wasn’t empty, Carole and
Amy were in the formers room studying, and second because one of the
housemates, Alison, a skinny scraggy titted girl was very OCD when it came to
hygiene.
As she stood in the kitchen she smiled at
him as she removed her bra through her shirt sleeve, she knew that he loved it
when she did that, then she removed her denim skirt and with her huge nipples
pushing proudly through the fabric of her top she removed slowly slid her
knicker down so her lush red bush was on display and his cock was ready to
burst out of his shorts.
“Come here” she beckoned “let me make you
more comfortable”
Making him more comfortable involved her
undoing his shorts and yanking his cock out of his pants and playing with it.
“You’re very eager Miss Coates” he said and
kissed her
“I’m not going to see you until next
Sunday” she said
“It’s only five days away” he pointed out
as he was playing with her tits and teasing her nipple through the fabric
“Exactly that’s why I need it right now”
she replied
“What are you going to do later?” he asked
“You’re not the only one with a wankbank
you know” she said
If he hadn’t been rock hard by then that
would definitely have done it.
“I want you so bad” Amy begged as she
pulled off his shirt.
“Let’s go and do it on your bed” he
suggested
“You didn’t need a bed the first time you
forced yourself on me”
“I don’t remember needing to be
particularly forceful,” he reminded her
“Oh Mark please, don’t stop” he mimicked
“Just shut up and fuck me”
Mark picked her up and sat her on the
counter and positioned her just the way he did the first time he penetrated her
tight cunny the previous summer in his parents garden.
He pulled her top off over her head and
played with her gorgeous tits as she steered his cock towards her pussy and
rubbed his knob between her wet lips before leaving it poised, Mark twitched
his shaft and his head danced lightly around her hole, then she grasped his
buttocks firmly, digging her nails deeply into the flesh and pulled him into
her.
“Oh Mark” she moaned
Mark thought being inside her was like
wearing a liquid velvet sheath, she was so hot and so creamy it was like
bathing his shaft in warm treacle.
“Mark, Mark” she panted in deep rasping
moans as he pumped her
Her thighs were holding his hips like a
vice and her ankles were crossed beneath his buttocks and holding him inside
her and her breaths became coarser and deeper and when he could only give her
short measured stroked she came hot and heavy and then he exploded in her and
she kissed him.
“My God Mark it just keeps getting better”
she purred
“It was ok then?” He panted
“You know damn well it was you cocky git”
she retorted and they stayed conjoined for a few minutes as she milked every
last drop from him.
And when he lifted the knickerless Amy off the kitchen counter they both laughed
when they saw that the worktop looked like a pan of pasta had boiled over.
Mark quickly redressed
and Amy gathered up her discarded clothes, there was just enough time for Amy
to go and freshen up down below and don some clean under crackers before he
dropped her in time for her lecture.
As expected there were
more tears, even though she would be seeing him again the next weekend, and
when she was sufficiently composed she kissed him goodbye and got out the car
and then she walked straight into the building without looking back.
In the end the lecture
was cancelled and she was more than a little miffed because she could have
spent more time with Mark.
But when she got back
to the flat she cheered up immediately because her OCD flatmate Alison was
making a sandwich on the spunky counter where Mark had fucked her, the poor
girl would have night terrors if she knew what they had done their only an hour
earlier.
Amy texted him with a
photo of Alison at the counter and he laughed and then he got a stirring in his
trousers when he thought about what they did there; just remembering the sex
with Amy turned him on.
He texted back
immediately
“Can’t wait until
Sunday”
“Nor me” she said out
loud and started crying.
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’s but the majority were
frequent flyers on the erotica express.
One of the people who
benefitted from the House of Funs success was Darren Ballard, who worked as a masseur, and apart from the financial there
were also fringe benefits.
Because once the Spa started to cater for the more depraved tastes he managed
to get a bit of depravity for himself, which was why he lived alone in the
village, in what was his parents’ house, and was content to do so, he had no entanglements
in his life, he had no need for a relationship and all the complications that
came along with them, and he had no need of a sex partner as he got all the sex
he needed at work.
So, no one was more surprised than he was when he started a relationship
with Andrea Dennis, a Pangmere girl born and bred, who provided
him with home grown depravity.
Darren and Andrea had
spent the night together in his cottage but the next morning they had to be up
very early so he could drive a very sleepy headed Andie back to Abbottsford so
she’d be there in time for the first lecture.
As usual he had risen
early, in both senses of the term, thinking he might start the day by splitting
her strawberry whiskers, but she rebuffed his advances
“I’m too sleepy Darren”
she said
“Ok I’m going to grab
a shower, when you’ve dragged your gorgeous arse out of bed you can make the
coffee.
So while he was
showering Andrea went down to the kitchen to make drinks and when he was
dressed for the day he carried her bags
downstairs and when he got to the bottom, he dropped her bags by the
door and called out to her
“I don’t think we have
time for coffee”
“I
can’t hear you” she retorted “come in here and say it again”
“Where are you?” he
shouted
“I’m in the kitchen”
she called back, so he walked down the hall and into the kitchen and found Andrea
lying draped across the kitchen table like an erotic buffet completely naked
casually teasing a large pink nipple with one hand and fingering herself
between her strawberry pubes with the other.
“Do you have enough
time for some of this?” she asked
“Always” he replied as
he un-trousered his stirring beast.
“I thought you were
too sleepy for a shag,” he said
“I’ve woken up now”
she replied
“So, I can see,”
Darren said as he watched her busy fingers vigorously frigging herself.
Darren stood there
looking down on her, keenly watching her small fingers, wet with her juice, slipping,
and sliding herself to orgasm as he tugged on his cock.
When she had writhed
and wriggled herself to orgasm, she then lustily sucked her tangy grease from her
fingers, so he grabbed her by the knees and dragged her horny carcass towards
his waiting cock.
Having pulled her
pussy to the edge of the table Andie’s cunny was presented to him at perfect
cock height so he wasted no time at all in spearing her.
“Oh God Darren” She
moaned, “That feels so good”
He partially withdrew,
but so impatient was she that Andrea wrapped her long legs around him and
pulled him back into her hard and she moaned loudly and smiled smugly at how
clever she had been in making him skewer her again.
“More of those” she
begged
So, he gave her
another hard one and her hands gripped the sides of the table to brace herself
and then she got another.
Andrea gave great
panting moans with each stroke and her head rolled from side to side as the
frenetic pace quickened and the table legs began to screech on the tiled floor
and her knuckles showed white as she gripped the table harder with each thrust.
Darren had to grip the
table himself to try and halt its progress across the kitchen floor.
Her chest was heaving
up and down as she neared the end and her moans had long since merged into one
continuous whorish wail until her face contorted into an orgasmic grimace as
her back arched and her whole body shuddered in a climactic crescendo and he
lost control and in short pumping spasms, he shot.
When he looked down at
the sweaty panting wreck draped across the table he thought the erotic buffet
now looked like it had been well and truly enjoyed, as it most certainly had
been and by the time he had put the last length into her grateful pussy the
table had moved two feet from its original position.
When they had finally
stopped panting, she said
“Now you may go about
your business” and released him from the grip of her legs and he withdrew from
her.
“Cheeky mare” he said
and lifted her legs and spanked her arse really hard and she let out a yelp as
his hand slapped a red handprint on her white cheek.
“Bastard” she said but
then she chuckled.
Suffice is to say she
was late for her lecture but neither of them cared about that.
The Dulcets are a collection of villages and hamlets comprising of Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet St Mary, Dulcet Green and Dulcet-on-Brooke, to name but a few, and of course Dulcet-on-Willow, which is a large sprawling village beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which runs unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke, and it’s in the Village of Willow where 28 year old Alex Monroe lives in the house he was born in.
His parents have retired to a Villa in the Greek Islands and the six
bedroom detached house was left jointly to him and his brothers, Colin, two
years younger, who lived and worked in Australia, and Greg, two years older,
who owned and ran a Hotel in the Pepperstock Hills National Park, so Alex had
the house to himself the vast majority of the time.
He was 5ft 11, slim build with curly brown hair and by profession an
illustrator, children’s books mainly, though not exclusively and he had the
summer house converted into a studio from where he can work in peace, free of
distractions, the latter was particularly important as he was very easily
distracted, especially by women and his distraction of choice normally came in
the form of well covered peasantry, on the ample side of buxom, and he rarely
strayed from his sensual menu, and he had no romantic attachments.
That is until the day he had his first encounter with Clarissa St
Claire, the girl next door, who arrived at his front door, in a state of
inebriation after one too many birthday drinks.
At the time he didn’t welcome the intrusion because she was not his
normal fare and ticked none of his boxes, he liked a mature cuddlesome peasant
wench, and Clarissa St Claire was anything but, she was only 18, if the number
on the balloon was of any significance.
However despite that, a sexual encounter did take place between them
in his lounge but it didn’t go as far as she wanted it too, or as far as she
planned for it to go, she wanted him to take her virginity.
Which he declined to do that night, though he agreed that he would
when he thought she was ready, and many other sexual interludes followed, until
the day finally arrived when she got what she wanted, and more because he took
her cherry and her heart.
But after a long summer of lust, lovemaking and love the time had come
for Clarissa to leave Willow for University, and by extension her boyfriend, so
they planned to spend the whole of the day before she left, together at Alex’s
house.
So, he got up early and ran the bath, the very same bath he had shared
on many intimate occasions with Clarissa.
“Perhaps we will today” he thought to himself as he sank into the
relaxing water.
When he had finished in the bath he got out and dried himself off, had
an extra close shave, cleaned his teeth, applied product to his hair and
applied a liberal amount of aftershave and cologne, then he
threw on his bathrobe and wandered downstairs to have breakfast before
getting dressed, but as he began his descent he suddenly became aware he was
not alone, so he hesitated, but then he smiled as he recognised Clarissa’s
shoes by the front door and her coat discarded on top of the domed chest.
He completed his descent silently hoping to take her by surprise, but
it was he who was to be surprised because as he approached the kitchen he
caught sight of Clarissa sitting cross legged on the kitchen counter completely
naked and fingering herself.
He could tell by the smile of her face that she was aware of his
presence, but he paused and watched her through the crack in the door as she
fingered her crack.
She wasn’t fazed or embarrassed as he walked into the kitchen, as he
followed the trail of discarded clothes, nor did she stop what she was doing.
“What are you doing here so early?” he said walking up to her and
kissing her full on the mouth. “Apart from the obvious”
“I was very horny” she replied
“Well you could have dealt with it yourself in your bed” he told her
“I already did that, twice, and I was still horny” Clarissa responded
still fingering her crack, and with her free hand she reached inside his robe
and grabbed his swollen cock
“I know you were watching me” she said
“Do you?”
“Yes, but how long were you watching?” she asked between kisses
“Long enough” he replied
“Oh yes it is” she purred as she stroked his length, then she
uncrossed her legs, inched herself forward and pulled it towards her pussy, but
Alex wasn’t ready to go in her right away, so he knelt before her ginger pussy
and tasted her pungent juicy, and after her delicious prolonged self-abuse it
didn’t take long for him to take her to climax with his tongue.
So he stood and he was soon before her again and this time he did let
her plug his cock into her cunny, much to her relief, and she moaned loudly the
moment he was inside her, she smiled smugly at how clever she had been in
making him skewer her there and then, and then Clarissa’s legs hooked behind
his arse and her arms locked around his neck and she pleaded
“Fuck me hard Alex”
So he gave her what she wanted.
“Oh God Alex” She moaned, “That feels so good”
As he obliged her wishes, her audible response grew louder and she
released her grip around his neck and leant back, supporting her weight on her
hands and gave great panting moans with each stroke with her head rolling from
side to side as the frenetic pace quickened.
Her chest was heaving up and down as she neared the end and her moans
had long since merged into one continuous whorish wail until her face contorted
into an orgasmic grimace and her whole body shuddered in a climactic crescendo
and he lost control and in short pumping spasms, shot.
Breathing hard, Alex looked at the sweaty panting wreck that still had
her legs locked behind him and was satisfied his offering had been well and truly
enjoyed and when they finally stopped panting she said
“I hope there’s more where that came from, I’m staying all day”
“Is that right?”
“It is, because I won’t be getting any more cock till October, so I
want as much as I can get today” She said
It really turned him on when posh girls talked dirty, so he said
“Well I’ll do my best”
“Good, you may now make me breakfast” Clarissa said and released him
from the grip of her legs and he withdrew from her.
Alex lifted her off the counter and smiled when he saw that the
surface looked like a pan of pasta had boiled over on to it.
But as she turned her back on him, he said
“Cheeky mare” and spanked her fleshy buttock and she let out a yelp as
his hand slapped a red handprint on her white cheek, but then she chuckled.
He made them both a hearty breakfast to sustain them and they ate it
rather decadently at the kitchen table, he in his bathrobe and she wearing only
a chefs apron, and to be perfectly honest they were both looking forward to
spending the rest of the day in a similar vein to the morning, and if the
subsequent sexual episodes were only fractionally as good as what they served
up on the kitchen counter, they were in for a very toe curling day.
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.
Of course, it wasn’t
just the clientele who got their fair share of sin, the staff did rather well
from the Hotel trade as well, one of them being twenty-seven years old assistant housekeeping manager Orna Black.
She was a pretty girl with long straw-coloured
hair who stood barely five feet tall.
Orla was also slender
and looked like a breath of wind would blow her away, but she was as strong as
an ox.
When she first got her promotion, she worked tirelessly to repay the
faith put in her.
This meant that she was always first in at the start of the day and very
rarely went home on time in the evening, but she did leave plenty of time for
indulgencies.
It wasn’t always
diligence though that kept her late, sometimes there were little distractions
such as Maria Gomez who worked in the restaurant, she was half Filipino and half
Spanish, and was Orla’s girlfriend, however Maria had returned to the
Philippines for a few months and so Orla was on her own again, she really loved
Maria and planned to be celibate but she was just too horny last it out.
So, she was on the
lookout for something temporary to fill the gap, she was almost certain Maria
wasn’t going to be faithful while she was away, so she didn’t feel any pangs of
guilt.
She set her sights on the new girl Abigail
Evans,
she was 17 years old and was assigned to housekeeping, and judging by the way
she checked out Hannah on reception and the female guests she was definitely
gay, and the way she looked at Orla whenever she thought she wasn’t looking also
told her she was in with a chance.
What made her even more attractive was the fact that she was almost
certain Abi was as yet, untarnished.
Orla had had a lot of lovers since her sexual awakening, but she hadn’t
had a virgin before, she hadn’t been someone’s first and she found that prospect
very exciting.
She decided to take the unpresented step of training Abigail herself and
was roundly praised for it.
What they didn’t realize however was that the training Orla had in mind
had nothing to do with housekeeping.
Because she had noticed Abi looking at her, a number of times, she
decided she would give her something more to feast her eyes upon.
So underneath her overall she wore a skintight top and no bra, a short
skirt, knee socks which on her small stature reached her thighs and her
skimpiest thong.
She also selected rooms which she knew would not be occupied or likely
to be so on that day.
Once inside the room Orla went through a well-honed routine of going
around the room opening and closing cupboards, explaining what went where, what
was expected and all the while the pupil’s eyes never left her teacher.
Orla then went in the bathroom and when she emerged she had taken off
her overall and teased her nipples to full erection so they stood proudly
through the stretch fabric of her top, and when Abigail saw them her eyes
popped out almost as far as Orla’s nipples.
After she had the newbies undivided attention she continued into the
room and went through a full repertoire of bending and stretching and it was
when she was standing on tiptoe reaching up above the dressing table mirror
that she saw Abi staring at the wedge of
flesh between the top of her sock and the hem of her skirt.
“Have you seen
enough?” Orla asked
“Erm sorry” Abi
responded
“That didn’t answer my
question” Orla barked
“No, sorry”
“Ok let me ask you
another question” she said, “Would you like to see more?”
“What?” she replied
and gulped
“Would you like to see
more?” Orla asked
“Yes” she gasped
“Good, undress me
then” she ordered
“What?”
“Undress me” she
repeated
“Yes Miss Black” she
said meekly “What should I take off?”
“What would you like
to take off?”
“Everything” she
replied quietly
“Excellent choice,
everything it is then” she said and kicked off her shoes
“I have to do it” Abigail
said sharply and walked towards her.
She was taller than Orla
by nine inches so it was effortless for her to pull the top off over her head
and as she cast it aside her eyes were open as wide as saucers as they consumed
every inch of Orla’s pale breasts with their pink swollen teats.
She was still staring
at her little titties as she pulled down the zip on her boss’s skirt.
Abigail dropped to her
knees and pulled the skirt down over her boss’s narrow hips and as it fell
easily to the floor her eyes were saucer sized again as they fixed on Orla’s
skimpy knickers and the wisps of straw coloured hair curling above the
lace.
“Can I kick it away?” she
asked
“Yes Miss Black” she
replied and without taking her eyes off Orla’s crotch she pulled each long blue
sock tantalisingly down her boss’s slender legs until all that remained were
the skimpy panties.
Abi’s hands were
shaking as her fingers slipped inside the waistband of Orla’s knickers and she
was biting her lip as she slowly pulled them down to her ankles.
“Kick them off” she
instructed as her eyes feasted on the lush straw coloured bush right in front
of her as the five foot nothing, whippet thin nymph with the luxurious bush
stood looking lustfully back at her.
Orla kicked her
knickers away and looked down and smiled as the innocent stared at her first
pussy, then she put her hand on the back of the girl’s brunette head and pulled
it towards her bush and then much to her delight Abigail rubbed her face in the
coarse hair.
“Do you like my
scent?” she asked
“Hmmm” Abi responded
and began to run her hands up her thighs at which point Orla pushed her away.
“No touching” she said
“Not yet”
In response Abigail
sat back on her haunches and looked up at her like a disappointed child.
“Now it’s your turn”
she said
“Yes Miss Black” Abi
said very childlike and stood up.
Orla also got to her
feet and began unbuttoning Abi’s uniform as she fidgeted in front of her, and
when the final popper was popped she threw open the two sides and was rewarded
with a delightful sight because beneath it Deborah was in her underwear.
As she slipped the
garment off the young girl’s shoulders she was still fidgeting and transferring
her weight from foot to foot and her breasts were jiggling inside the large
pink cups before Denise’s eyes.
The boss stood
admiring her junior standing before her in her underwear for too long because
she pushed Orla back, so she plopped down on the bed and she said boldly
“I want to do it”
She reached behind her
and unhooked her bra and Orla watched as the tension in the cups relax and when
Abi let the pink lingerie fall away Orla said
“Lovely”
Abigail kicked off her
shoes and without further ceremony divested herself of her black tights.
Denise was staring at
the crotch of her pink panties which was visibly saturated and slid off the bed
to kneel before Deborah’s wet pussy
“Those are mine” she
said and yanked them down before burying her face in her wet bush.
“Is it time for
touching now?” Abigail pleaded
“You want to do it
now?” she asked
“Oh yes Miss Black”
she replied
“Come here then” Orla said
standing up and taking her young charge in her arms and kissed her
“Wow” Abigail said
after enjoying her first lesbian kiss.
“Did you like that?”
“Oh yes”
“Then you’re going to
love what else I can do with my mouth” she said and sat her on the bed and
pushed her thighs apart.
Two hours later they
kissed by the door before leaving the room and as they walked down the hall Orla
said
“An encouraging
beginning Abigail, but I think extra training will be necessary”
“Thank you, Miss Black,
I’ll do it anytime”
“It’s very refreshing
to find someone so willing to learn” Orla remarked
