BAD SANTA # 3

 

Bad Santa is a bit of a perve

So naughty girl when he comes into view

It won’t be candy cane in his pocket

He’ll be really pleased to see you!

Choice Tales from the Vale – (072) Birthday Surprise

 

Clayton is a small village in the North East corner of the Finchbottom Vale, with a large nucleus of substantial dwellings and a greater number of more humble homes and of the those inhabitants who need to work for a living the largest employer in the area was the Clayton Manor Hotel.

In the early summer a new manager was appointed, Gary Playford, and he was an instant hit with the locals because Gary was young, tall, dark and handsome, physically fit, well-toned and had a reputation as a lothario, which had very much preceded him.

He was 28 years old and his father owned the Playford Palace chain of hotels and he was grooming him to one day take over the reins of his worldwide hotel empire, the problem was that Gary had no head for business and he primarily thought with his dick.

Which could possibly have been ignored but for the fact that he and his dick ended up sleeping with the granddaughter of his father’s oldest friend.

So it was decided to send Gary to the Clayton Manor Hotel where he could do no serious harm even if he shagged everything in sight, and he very nearly did.

 

When he first found out he was being sent to Clayton Gary was very unhappy, he was a city boy, born and bred, and he viewed being sent to the country as purgatory, but no one was more surprised than he was when he found that actually loved it, it was a beautiful place, it was quiet and the air was clean and the women were as attractive, friendly and willing as any city girl, if not more so. 

 

There is a very apt saying which goes “don’t shit on your own doorstep” which Gary had clearly never heard.

Because on his first day shagged the head of housekeeping in an upstairs closet.

 

But it wasn’t just the female members of staff or hotel guests, all came with a bed, that he considered fair game.

There were also the local villagers and although he was normally the predator, within the village he had become the prey.

Because for the lonely widows, desperate singles, and even more desperate divorcees as well as the bored house frau’s he was manna from heaven.

But the circumstances under which he encountered Michelle Singer were rather different.

 

Sarah Busby was a big Afro Caribbean woman who worked in the hotel kitchen and had worked there for more than 20 years.

She was also celebrating her 50^th birthday which was why the Assistant Manager Blaire Parrott ordered a bouquet of flowers to be delivered to the hotel and presented to her for her birthday.

However unbeknown to Blaire, Gary Playford had given her the day off.

“Well you’ll have to take them round to her house” she said crossly

“Can’t we just give them to her tomorrow” he said

“Oh give me strength” she retorted

“Is that a no then?” he asked

“Men” she snapped and slammed his office door

“I’d better take them round then” he said to himself

 

As it was a nice summer afternoon he decided to walk into the village and deliver the flowers.

He walked up the path to Sarah’s house and knocked on the door but when it opened, instead of the round and jovial Sarah he was greeted by someone altogether different, younger, skinnier and prettier.       

“Hello” he said with surprise

“Can I help?” she asked

“I was looking for Sarah” he asked, and indicating the flowers. 

“I’m afraid aunty has gone out for the day” she said

“Your Aunty?” he asked

“Yes” she replied “I’m staying with her for a while”

“I’m Gary Playford from the Hotel” he said

 

“I’m Michele” she said and smiled because she knew all about Gary Playford

“Why don’t you come in?”

“Ok” he said recognizing the look on her face

She led him into the sitting room while she went into the kitchen to put the flowers in water.

Michele Singer was a few years younger than he, tall and slim with thick back hair, she was a skinny girl but not in a boney way she just had a skinny frame, he felt sure she would be extremely flexible.

Her eyes were big and almost black and she had a huge toothy smile, which lit up the whole village.

“Would you like tea or coffee?” She called from the kitchen but he was standing close behind her when he replied

“I don’t really want a hot drink”

He was standing so close behind her that her pert buttocks were pressed against him. 

“Ok” she said and put the kettle down before turning to face him

“Perhaps you would like a soft drink or a beer” she suggested

Gary ignored her offer and before she could speak again he kissed her and the moment his lips touched hers she locked onto his mouth like a limpet and her arms gripped around his neck like a bear trap.

His hands caressed up and down her skinny frame repeatedly before both hands ended up on her tight little buttocks.

At which point she pushed him away.

“I’ve heard all about you” she said

“There may have been some exaggeration of my reputation” he retorted

“Oh I do hope not” she said and slipped out of her dress and stood before him wearing only white panties standing out in stark contrast against her black skin and he was just admiring her pert little breasts when she took him by the hand took him into the lounge.

She steered him to one of the armchairs and pushed him down and as he sat down he pulled her down with him so she was sitting on his lap.

Because she was so tall, her head was above his, and she was kissing down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of his mouth, lips still locked limpet like, nostrils flared and snorting in air.

He cupped her breast and she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled it but when his hand left her breast heading for pastures new she wrapped her arms tightly around him and buried her face in his neck.

 

Michele steered him to one of the armchairs and pushed him down and as he sat down he pulled her down with him so she was sitting on his lap.

Because she was so tall, her head was above his, and she was kissing down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of his mouth, lips still locked limpet like, nostrils flared and snorting in air.

He cupped her breast and she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled it but when his hand left her breast heading for pastures new she wrapped her arms tightly around him and buried her face in his neck.

 

Her body stiffened as his hand progressed and his finger frigged her roughly through the fabric of her panties and she let out a little purr of pleasure.

She squirmed on his lap and murmured as he entered her panties and his fingertips were amongst the coarse hair and when his digits descended into to the abyss of her creaminess she let out what could only be described as a growl.

He enjoyed every delicious sound she made, every moan and murmur.

Her thigh’s closed on hand hand at the point of climax trapping his hand but his fingers were still between her lips and he stroked her clit again and again and her thighs opened and closed on his hand then she came again.

Michelle she stood up and taking his hand she virtually dragged him towards the stairs.

He paused briefly on the bottom stair and asked

“Are you sure, given my reputation?”

“It’s because of your reputation that it’s yes, yes, yes” she said through gritted teeth and began pulling him up the stairs

Gary followed her up the stairs at pace and by the time he got there she was already on the bed.

He started undoing his belt and she lay on the bed licking her lips as she watched.

“Knickers off” he told her and she complied immediately without a second thought and no hint of shyness and when she was naked but for her crucifix she resumed her libidinous sentry duty.

He let his trousers drop to the ground and then pulled his pants down to expose his swollen cock and she stared at it with her big black eyes and a long boney finger slipped between her lips.

He quickly removed the rest of his clothes and she eyed him up and down appraising what she was about to receive.

“Are you ready?” he asked and she just nodded wide-eyed and open mouthed

He lay down and slipped his tongue into her mouth and as they kissed he was pushing her skinny thighs apart and then he was inside her.

Her gorgeous chocolate brown body was writhing beneath him.

Her head thrashed from side to side and so did her pert tits separated by her crucifix, which rolled back and forth in synch.

And he stared into her big black eyes as they came in unison.

 

“That was a nice surprise” she said “I thought living with aunty was going to be boring”

They got themselves downstairs and redressed just in the nick of time as the round jolly figure of Sarah was walking up the path.

 

When he returned to the Hotel Blaire asked him

“Did she like it?”

“Oh yes” he replied instantly

“Was she surprised?”

“She was indeed” Gary said

“That’s nice” Blaire said

“And did she appreciate the delivery?”

“Oh yes it was gratefully received” he said

Choice Tales from the Vale – (071) Alison and the Spa Guy

 

Alison Holmes 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 Amy Coates, a tall big busted girl, Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly girl 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.

 

Alison was a little bit on the OCD side of normal but she was a nice girl.

She was, by her own admission, a rather stick thin and plain looking girl with in her opinion three redeeming features, the most stunning eyes, good legs, she liked her legs, and straight shoulder length blonde hair.

Alison didn’t have a boyfriend and everyone falsely assumed because of her germaphobia that she wouldn’t have sex because it was all a bit messy.

But in truth she had more sex the the other three put together, which was saying something as Amy was quite slutty, monogamous but slutty.

Alison liked sex in fact she really liked sex and subsequently was certainly the most promiscuous of the four house mates.

She just had two rules which were unnegotiable, firstly she insisted that the man had to shower first and she had to shower as soon as possible afterwards.

Also contrary to popular belief she didn’t mind oral sex, but she would only give head if the recipient wore two condoms.

Even with those stipulations she still got well and truly seen to on a regular basis and Alisons most regular partner she met by chance and he met her criteria quite serendipidously.

 

Her most regular partner, Eric Jespersen, she met by chance after bumping into him in the park one night and they ended up bumping uglies up against an old oak tree.

Eric was on his way back to his block after having been swimming and so he met Alisons criteria however serendipidously.

It turned out to be the first of many such encounters and one of their favourite venues was the Leisure Centre Swimming pool.

Though the first occasion happened again quite by chance.

Eric was a regular swimmer and he was at the pool almost every day but for Alison it was a rarity as she wasn’t really sure how hygienic a public pool could be.

Nonetheless they met after his swim by chance and had sex in the cubicle and after that they became regulars.

 

For Alison’s 20^th birthday Eric took her to the Dancingdean Spa Hotel in Childean and she was in paradise, there were so many ways to get clean and equally as many places to get dirty and for three days they were never dry especially not Alison.

But that momentous weekend became a turning point in their relationship firstly because it was during that weekend that their regular series of casual sexual encounters had turned into a relationship and pure lust turned to true love.

 

The second event that occurred was more basic though nonetheless momentous in its own way.

It was after lunch on their first full day at the spa, and Alison had demanded a servicing from Eric and took every ounce of satisfaction from him and after an hour of cuddling in the afterglow he took himself off to the shower to wash her not inconsiderable lust from his body when a few minutes later Alison joined him and with a wicked grin on her face she slid down his wet body and took him in her mouth sans condoms and gave him the best head he ever had.

When her performance on him had him erected to his peak she stood up wearing the same wicked grin and leant back against the tiles, and eased her skinny frame into the corner as droplets of water ran down her pale skin to her tiny breasts and dripped off her hard proud nipples.

Alison then let the small delicate fingers of one hand comb their way through her wet pubes before descending between her lips as Eric watched intently and began stroking himself in rhythm with her fingering, until she suddenly stopped and opened her legs as far the confines of the shower would allow, which Eric took as his signal.

He kissed the wicked grin off her face first and then as she laced her skinny arms around his neck he grabbed her buttocks and with his muscular arms lifted her easily off the floor and slipped even easier into her and his presence inside her was greeted with an appreciative moan and her gorgeous legs wrapped around him as he thrust into her and her buttocks slapped against the tiles.

The first of many smacks her cheeks made as he took her on to a juddering climax.

Afterwards he held her pinned in the corner of the cubicle panting hard and his knee’s trembling.

“I didn’t think you could give head without a condom” he said and kissed her

“It seems I can in here” she replied “Was it ok?”

His cock was still deep inside her so he twitched it and replied

“What do you think?”

 

Eventually he released her and she slithered down the wet tiles and Eric backed into the other corner and did the same and they just sat there with the shower spraying down on them for about twenty minutes.

“We’re getting good at this” she said reflectively

“Yes but I think we should still keep practising whenever possible” he said

“Absolutely” she agreed

Choice Tales from the Vale – (070) The First Adventure

 

Gary Kitchen and Sara Sund, were staying on a camp site in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a working railway station before it fell foul of Dr Beeching and his cuts, in a place called Sharpinghead.

The two of them were staying in a converted signal box which was comfortable enough but because of the limited floor space it had bunk beds which didn’t go down well at all with Sara, she wanted a double bed and plenty of “bedding”

“What the hell are they?” she said when she saw the bunks

“A challenge” he replied but she was not impressed

“We’re not 13” she said, it wasn’t that she didn’t like sex she really did like it, she just wasn’t the adventurous type.

Although Gary could remember when she enjoyed a kiss and a grope in the woods and a bit of fingering in the unisex toilets but she seemed to have forgotten just how much.

But she really lost it when she realised there was also no toilet or bathroom en suite and the nearest facilities were 60 yards away.

She stormed out and left Gary to unpack and she was gone for hours.

In fact Gary was already asleep in the bottom bunk when she got back.    

The next morning just after first light he had to get up to the toilet, he wasn’t going to bother dressing but trotted the 60 yards to the toilet in his pants.

When he returned to the signal box he quietly closed the door and was just tiptoeing across the room when he spied, highlighted in the early morning light, Sara’s naked buttocks protruding from beneath her duvet and written on a post it note, stuck to one buttock was one single word “Sorry”.

He paused by the bunk and felt himself rising in unison with the sun and after undressing he leant in and pulled the post it off and kissed her plump cheek and the stirring continued.

So he caressed her bare cheek and then followed the contours of her arse towards her crevice and probed gently between her lips and at his first touch she was no more than moist, but she lathered up very quickly as he stroked her and she began murmuring softly into her pillow.

And as she warmed to his rhythmic touch and her muffled moans emanated from her pillow he penetrated her with two fingers and frigged her quickly until she came.

After he had withdrawn his wet fingers from her pussy she swung her legs over the side and slid off her bunk so he could dispatch her on the lower bunk.

But as she slithered downwards with her legs flailing he took the initiative, and wrapped an arm around her waist and impatiently speared her before her feet could hit the floor.

Supporting her weight with his left arm wrapped around her middle while his right hand grasped the edge of the bunk to give him some purchase while he fucked her.

But after a couple of strokes Sara planted her feet on the bottom bunk and held tightly onto the top one and moaned uncontrollably as he shagged her and her gorgeous little cheeks were slapping against his belly like waves lapping against the side of a boat.

Gary could feel himself on the threshold as Sara bobbed up and down on him like a monkey on a stick and then with a scream of satisfaction she went rigid, but he pressed on with the assault until he too climaxed and exploded inside her and then they fell backwards onto the floor.

While they lay in a post coital heap on the floor she said

“Was that adventurous enough for you?”

“It’s a start” he said

Choice Tales from the Vale – (069) Randy Mandy

 

It was in the early hours of the morning and Mandy laying partially clothed on the sofa and was still periodically sighing as she lay in exactly the same position as he left her when he pulled out of pussy and left her sullied and exhausted.

John was sitting in an arm chair and had also been sleeping but awoke to see Mandy wearing a T-shirt, rucked up around her neck, a denim skirt in a similar style around her waist and one sock.

And on close inspection of his own situation realised he was completely naked.

He looked around the room and there were numerous items of clothing discarded hither and thither and several empty wine bottles.

He was surprised to see that the semi naked girl on the sofa was Mandy, and he was surprised because they hadn’t really liked each other let alone fancy each other, but the evidence was plain to see.    

After a few minutes Mandy began to stir and emitted several satisfied sighs before looking over at John and giving him a smile.

Well more like a leer really and she rose from the sofa and on unsteady legs tottered her way towards him and giggled.

he offered her a half empty glass of wine and she took a drink and with another distinct leer dribbled wine onto his wilted cock and then Mandy giggled as she sank to her knees and began licking the wine from his stirring beast.

“I think I might fancy her now” he was thinking as she began sucking on him and when Mandy had finished licking every last drop of wine from his genitalia and had sucked him up until he was ready for action she stood up in front of him.

“Clothes” he said

“What?” she responded.

“Everything off this time” he told her

“Oh” she said giggling and blushing as she divested herself of the remnants of her clothing before climbing onto his waiting cock.

“This has been a surprise” he said “I didn’t think you liked me”

“I know” she replied “but I’ve fancied you for ages”

“I had no idea” he said as she rose and fell

“That’s why I had to get you pissed” she said

“But…” he began

“Enough questions” she snapped “let’s just fuck”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (068) On the Night of the Summer Ball

 

Bob King was an average man approaching his thirtieth birthday Not that he was a bad looking man, he wasn’t, but he wasn’t stunning, sexy or buff, he was strictly middling but his girlfriend

Samantha Barraclough was anything but, she was an absolute beauty five years younger, elegant, daintily petite, intelligent, funny, sexy and with a perfectly beautiful angelic voice, pure Carrington Chase educated perfection, Carrington Chase being Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought it was the other way around, and it was voice that made Charlotte Green sound common.

He pinched himself at the start of everyday, especially the ones on which he woke up beside her, just to check he wasn’t dreaming.

Because the good fortune that brought Samantha into his life was the type of thing that didn’t happen to him, and everyone who witnessed them together unanimously agreed that he was punching well above his weight.

They first encountered each other at a business meeting at the Clayton Manor Hotel, where she was a potential new client and he was trying to win a new account, but the meeting was unresolved as it was love at first sight, heavily laced with lust.

Which ended with their mutual seduction and a passionate night spent in her suite.

But since that first meeting there had been many such nights and there seemed to be no sign of them abating.

However things had not been all plain sailing since they had met, though not between the two of them they were completely simpatico.

The problems stemmed from a different quarter entirely and from those who should have been the most delighted for them, their close friends and family.

Bob and Samantha were the victims of snobbery, inverted and otherwise.

Her family thought she had set her sights to low while his nearest and dearest believed he had set his too high.

Her friends thought he was common whiles his thought she was a snob.

So as a result they had found it difficult to fit inside each other’s worlds, but the couple believed that love will out. 

And Samantha drew a line under the difficulties when she said

“If you can’t live in my world and I can’t live in yours we shall just have to make a world of our own”

If he hadn’t been in love with her already he certainly would have been after that speech.

 

However there were still some events that she was required to attend such as the Lord Lieutenant’s Summer Ball which was why he was at home alone in Childean on Saturday night.

He spent the day in the garden pottering about and the evening watching TV but by ten o’clock he was feeling a bit restless so he decided to take a shower then he would have a nightcap and go to bed.

 

Although she had suggested they create a world their own there were still some events that Samantha was required to attend, such as the Lord Lieutenant’s Summer Ball, which was why he was at home alone in Childean on Saturday night.

He spent the day in the garden pottering about and in the evening watching TV but by ten o’clock he was feeling a bit restless so he decided to take a shower then he would have a nightcap and go to bed.

 

It was about half an hour later as he was coming down the stairs when the doorbell rang.

He had no idea who it might be he certainly wasn’t expecting anyone and when he opened the door he was surprised to see Samantha standing on the doorstep in full evening wear and over her shoulder he could see a taxi pulling away.

“Hello” he said with genuine surprise

“Hello Darling” Samantha said and kissed him,

“Can I come in then?”

“Of course” he said fussily “come in, come in”

Once inside she slipped off her stole and walked through to the lounge looking absolutely gorgeous in a full-length black evening dress which was as usual perfectly accessorized with long elbow length gloves and clutch purse etcetera, and he imagined her to be fully accessorized under the dress as well.

“You’re a bit overdressed for chez King” he observed while mentally undressing her and trying to imagine exactly what underwear she was wearing.

“I know” Samantha said as she sat down “I was going to the Ball but…”

“But?” he asked

“I couldn’t face everyone quizzing me”

“About what?” he quizzed

“About my choice in men” she replied

“I’m sorry,” he said inadequately

“I’m not” Samantha said defiantly “I would rather be here with you”

And then she kissed him again

“So Cinders didn’t go to the ball” she added 

“I prefer you to be here as well” he admitted

“And you’re welcome to wine and dine here”

“Well thank you kind sir” Sam said “Lead me to the wine”

Bob walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge and took out an open bottle of wine and two large wine glasses from the cupboard and filled them.

When he returned to the lounge Samantha stood up and walked towards him and he expected her to take a wine glass from his hand but instead she walked between his outstretched hands and kissed him. 

As they were in the middle of the room he couldn’t put the drinks down or prevent her from unzipping his fly and pulling his fast swelling organ out through the opening, not that he wanted to stop her.

Bob was quite happy to be stood in the middle of the room being passionately kissed while simultaneously being gently wanked by her gloved hand.

 

As soon as Samantha had stroked him to a satisfactory state of arousal she stopped kissing him and took the wine glass from his hand and nonchalantly took a leisurely drink while still massaging his manhood with her other gloved hand and smiling at him mischievously before releasing her grip and walking over to the sofa where she stood with her back to him knowing full well he would follow and as he did he put down his own drink so he would have both hands free to grapple with the elegant little temptress.

As he stepped up behind her she giggled and while he unzipped the back of her dress she drained her glass.

Once he had her dress opened to her tiny waist he slipped his hands inside and she let out a long steady exhale of breath as his hands reached their targets and gently caresses her beautiful little breasts and played with her hardening nipples and then Samantha wasn’t giggling anymore and she dropped the empty wine glass onto the sofa.

She slipped her arms through the dresses sleeves and let it fall from her petite frame and it settled momentarily about her waist but with a delicious wiggle of her narrow hips it fell in an untidy heap around her ankles.

She stepped out of the remnants of her attire and kicked the black bundle aside with one stiletto shoed foot leaving her dressed in evening gloves, stockings, suspenders and black silk knickers.

Bob kissed her neck while his hands left her beautiful breasts and his thumbs slipped inside the waistband of her panties as he prepared to pull them down and then to his great surprise she said

"Leave them on” she said and stood on tiptoe to lean over the sofa leaving him with a perfect view of her pert buttocks clad in black silk French drawers as Samantha wriggled her way along the sofa back, producing a delightful quiver of her buttocks.

 

He stood looking on at the magnificent view of her black clad buttocks jiggling before his lascivious eyes as he undressed

As Sam wriggled forward slightly more until her toes were off the floor and a little bit of her bare cheek was visible.

“Gorgeous” he thought as he prepared to get her as ready as he was but as his fingers caressed her inner thigh on their way to seek out her moist lips she said

“No need” and as she said it she clenched her buttocks tight “I’m ready, I’m ready now”

So he pulled the leg of her silk panties aside to fully exposed her, and as she received him she let out the loudest moan of pleasure as he entered, she gripped on to the sofa as he took her from behind and he looked down 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.

After a moment or two, he kissed her on the neck as he slowly withdrew and she sighed.

“Now that’s what I call a Summer Ball,” she exclaimed and giggled as he patted her arse and went to the kitchen to get them another drink and when he returned he smiled as he looked over at Samantha still draped along the back of the Sofa.

“Gorgeous” he said

THE WHITE LADY

 

The soft pale skin of her face was hidden

Beneath the large broad brim of a straw hat

Which cast a dappled shadow across her

Alabaster shoulders; arms and chest

Save for the wispy strands upon her neck

The hat concealed her strawberry curls

And a flowing white silk dress concealed

Her young figure from lascivious eyes

The silk billowing around her, fitting only

Where it touched, her young body a mystery

The vision in white caused men to stare

As a shaft of light burst through the trees

Illuminated her form for everyone to see

Exposing her delights in the summer light

My pulse set racing by the delicious sight