Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (26) Rules of Engagement

 

Life had changed dramatically since 23 year old Lesley Makin drove her Volkswagen Beetle through the beautiful Downshire countryside of the Finchbottom Vale on her way to the village of Pangmere on the Finchbottom Road.

She travelled from Abbeyvale and the reason for her journey on that day was to make a new start and in a new job at her Aunty Yvonne’s Spa Hotel.

Lesley also hoped that her sojourn would mend her broken heart.

She had been struck with a double whammy when she found out that her fiancé was having an affair with her office manager and she had to give up her job and the flat she shared with Graham.

So she loaded her possessions into her car and headed to Pangmere.

She had heard on the grapevine that the Hotel was doing very well so she had no doubts that her Aunt would be able to find something for her to do and give her a place to stay.

What Lesley hadn’t heard on the grapevine was the exact reason why the Pangmere Spa Hotel was doing so very well.

 

Lesley’s Aunt, was Yvonne Makin, a former masseur, who along with her husband Clive ran the small country Spa Hotel in the village of Pangmere in the Finchbottom Vale and they were doing very nicely thank you, or so she thought.

However after her husband’s death she realized that the business she thought was thriving was in fact in dire straits.

However after a difficult period and a flirtation with the Hen/Stag party trade she ended up changing from the Spa business to the sex business.

 

As a result of a mad sex and alcohol fuelled Saturday night, a group of Hen’s met a party of Stags, and her aunt Yvonne had the idea to close the traditional loss making Spa Hotel and open the House of Fun, where spa treatments like Raki and Reflexology were replaced by a more exotic menu for those inclined more towards restraints, punishments and the more unusual pleasures.

Had Lesley known that, she would not have made the journey.

 

Not that she was a prude, she was far from that, but she wouldn’t have thought that she had anything to offer such a business and she wasn’t really very experienced sexually.

She liked sex though, a lot, she just hadn’t had as much of it as she would have liked, and although she didn’t know it at the time, that was going to change very soon, and once she stepped through the front doors she would never have a pure thought ever again.

 

Lesley was completely unaware that the Spa and transformed into the House of Fun or that the saunas and massages were now a lot steamier and there was certainly no evidence of that when she pulled into the car park, there was nothing on the outside of the hotel which in anyway indicated what went on inside it. 

All she could see was that the car park was full, which to her mind meant paying guests and lots of them, although from the outside she couldn’t tell what exactly they were paying for.

 

Lesley’s Aunty Yvonne was a small dark haired woman, and at the time she was just the wrong side of fifty, but she had maintained her figure.

She loved her niece Lesley like she was her own, she was a beautiful girl who was almost a carbon copy of Yvonne when she was in her twenties, although Lesley had much bigger tits.

 

Yvonne walked around the Hotel in her customary form of dress, skirt, top, stockings and no knickers.

She enjoyed walking around without her knickers on, especially when meeting important people, and even more so when she was suitably moistened by a good shag or on that occasion the thoughts of a good shag.

She had taken to doing it very soon after the House of Fun got going and it made her feel very sexy.

On the day her niece came to visit she approached reception and she could feel her lips were still sticky from having rubbed herself off in the darkness of one of the voyeur rooms as she watched her two most enthusiastic girls, Claire and Kelly, double teaming a headmistress from Childean and her head was still full of salacious thoughts.

 

When she first spotted Lesley sitting in reception she had mixed feelings she was pleased to see her because she loved her very much but seeing her also filled her with dread because she hadn’t told anyone about the change of direction the business had taken and that was going to be an uncomfortable conversation.

 

The first thing Lesley noticed when she spotted her Aunty was that she wasn’t wearing a bra which surprised her but she didn’t know at that time that she was also sans knickers. 

 

When they left the madness of Reception with the busy assortment of guests and staff, many of them dressed in costumes, a girl dressed as Bo Peep, two others in roman toga’s and a forth dressed from head to toe in black leather, and leaving them in their wake they repaired to Yvonne’s office. 

“I was hoping you might find me a job” she replied and Yvonne’s heart sank.

It wasn’t because she didn’t want her around, it was just that she didn’t think she would fit into the world that Yvonne now inhabited which was a shame because she was pretty, with a cracking figure and big tits but she thought her a bit too priggish and virginal for the House of Fun, little did she know.

But she was naïve as she assumed that the tableau she had viewed in reception and supposed they must be theatricals.

 

However on that day of their reunion Yvonne and Lesley spent about half an hour catching up with news of family and friends while drinking coffee, but Yvonne knew that eventually the moment would come when she would have to disappoint her niece, who had quite innocently turned up looking for a job, thinking that her Aunt was running a respectable business in the Finchbottom Vale.

 

After Lesley explained, at length, her circumstances regarding her philandering fiancé and her cougar boss, she got to the point of her being there.

“I was hoping you would be able to find me something to do here”

 

After Lesley explained, at length, her circumstances regarding her philandering fiancé and her cougar boss, she got to the point of her being there.

“I was hoping you would be able to find me something to do here” Lesley said “You seem very busy”

“The thing is…” Yvonne began

“I don’t mind what I do” Lesley interrupted

“It’s more a case of who you do more than what” Yvonne thought

“The thing is” Yvonne began “The business isn’t quite what you think it is”

“What do you mean?”

“Well for example the “colourful” people you saw in reception” Yvonne said

“Yes” Lesley responded

“Well they aren’t really theatricals, they’re more like role players”

“I don’t understand” Lesley said with a puzzled expression

“They like to act out…. Scenarios” Yvonne said feeling pleased with her description

“You mean like therapy?” Leslie said

“Well yes they do find it therapeutic certainly” she retorted

“Let me give you another example”

“Ok” Lesley said brightly

“A lot of our guests use the rooms but don’t always spend the night”

“Well that seems daft” Lesley said “if you’ve paid for a room you might as well…..”

Yvonne said nothing and waited for the penny to drop

“Oh” she said “I understand now, you’re running a brothel”

“Well not exactly” Yvonne replied surprised and relieved that her prudish niece was not overly shocked by the revelation.

“No it’s nothing like a brothel”

“So what then?”

“We merely pander to peoples peculiarities” Yvonne said

“Peculiarities?”

“Yes, fetishes, fantasies and perversions” Yvonne said

“And there’s a lot of call for that kind of thing?” Lesley asked innocently

“You would not believe just how much” she replied and laughed

“So can I have a job then?” Lesley asked

“What?”

“Can I have a job?” she repeated “Not the sex stuff though”

“Do you mean you’re not put off by working at a “Brothel”?” Yvonne asked

“No, not yet”

“Well let’s wait and see what you think in a week or so”

Yvonne said “You may feel differently when you’ve seen the business at close quarters”

 

Yvonne was surprised to hear that her niece Lesley still wanted to work for her even after she explained what business they were in, but she was sure that she didn’t fully understand the true nature of the business and when she eventually did she would probably run a mile.

Which was precisely what was on Lesley’s mind, to run like hell.

Although she hadn’t shown it on the surface Lesley was very shocked and planned to leave Pangmere and return to Abbeyvale with her tail between her legs.

Yvonne might have done the same herself if she were Lesley’s age.

 

Her niece was such a quiet, shy and innocent girl,

She decided to get someone to show her around and give her some sneak previews of the action at the House of Fun, she just had to decide who.

Although whoever Yvonne chose might well find they had no one to escort because while she hadn’t shown it on the surface Lesley was very shocked at sordid truth about the Spa and planned to leave Pangmere and return to Abbeyvale with her tail between her legs as soon as was humanly possible.

In fact to use Yvonne’s phrase Lesley’s planned to run like hell.

 

While trying to think of a suitable escort Yvonne had a light bulb moment, Aidan McCauley the quiet and unassuming former odd job man at the Hotel from the Spa days.

He had turned out to be the surprise package of the transition, a man who as his former self would never have said boo to a goose.

But when Aidan was transformed into his alter ego and he was dressed head to toe in black leather and wearing a heavily studded ski mask, he found his true voice and he could not be silenced.

But out of uniform he was the perfect escort for Lesley.

 

Lesley was put into one of the quieter guest rooms away from the more seedy action.

It was a nice room up on the top floor and had a beautiful view out across the Finchbottom Vale but she didn’t notice she just sat down heavily on the bed.

“Oh God what have I done” she said and put her head in her hands.

Asking her Aunt for a job after the sordid revelations was really just bravado.

 

She wasn’t very experienced sexually, she had only ever had one partner and she didn’t do it much with him, which she thought was probably why he went off and had sex with her boss, although to be honest it was him that was reluctant.

 

She had no idea what working for her Aunty involved but she had agreed to try it for a week, which was a recipe for disaster, if she stayed she was clearly just going to make a fool of herself.

She’d gone there for a job and thought waitressing or a chamber maid but working in a brothel she was going be mopping up semen all day long.

 

There was only one thing for it, she would sneak out later in the evening while everyone was busy doing whatever sordid and disgusting things they did late into the night.

 

A disappointed Lesley was preparing to leave and return to Abbeyvale with her tail between her legs and she had just put her shoes on when there was a knock at the door.

It was an unwelcome interruption and her first thought was to ignore it and hope that whoever it was just went away but that would have been cowardly and she was not a coward.

So she steeled herself and opened the door with a frown on her face, which quickly changed to a smile when she saw a tall fresh faced young man standing in the hall.

“Hi” he said softly “I’m Aidan”        

“Oh hello” she said without any idea who he was or why he was knocking on her door, he could have been one of the perverts, although she didn’t think he looked like a weirdo, he looked quite nice.

Aidan was a quiet and unassuming man in his mid-twenties who was the odd job man at the Spa Hotel before the business made a change of direction.

 “Yvonne asked me to show you around” he explained

“Oh I see” she retorted which was when he noticed her bags by the bed

“Haven’t you unpacked yet?” he asked

“No I haven’t had time” she lied and then to hide her embarrassment quickly added “Shall we go then”

“Sure” he replied amiably

 

Yvonne assigned Aidan McCauley to be Lesley’s guide and escort to show her niece around the establishment and she said.

“Show her everything and don’t spare her blushes”

 

As instructed he showed her everything starting with Claire Collister and her girlfriend Kelly Freeborn dressed in black leather dealing with a rather unpleased member of the legal profession in need of some punishment.

Aidan led her into the first of voyeur room and despite being shocked by what she was seeing she couldn’t take her eyes off the tableaux for a second.

Next they witnessed an elderly lady high court judge riding a mechanical cock and straight after that they viewed several of the special play rooms together after which she exclaimed.

“Oh gosh, I’m exhausted I think I’ll call it a night”

 

After Aidan had escorted her back to her room she closed the door behind her and sighed, she liked Aidan and she was enjoying his company and it was a shame that she had to cut the evening short.

And she felt a little guilty for lying to him, because she hadn’t wanted to curtail the tour because she was tired as she had told him, it was because she was downright horny.

As a result of some of the things she had seen she was dripping wet, and she hadn’t felt so turned on for such a long time so Lesley quickly undressed and lay on her bed and fingered her wet pussy until she finished in a juddering climax and when she reached the zenith of her self-pleasure there was an image of Aidan that filled her head.

 

While Lesley was wetting her fingers between her juicy lips, Aidan was heading down the stairs two at a time as he headed home with a spring in his step and a bulge in his trousers.

 

Lesley woke up the next morning as horny as she had been the night before and had to give herself a prolonged fingering to abate her arousal which was only partially successful as she had to do herself again in the shower which was why she still didn’t have any knickers on when there was a knock on the door and she was still pulling them up past her knees when the second knock came.

She managed to compose herself sufficiently to answer the door and smiled broadly as she looked into Aidan eyes

“Sorry I overslept” she lied

“That’s ok”

 

They went to the Wet Rooms first and watched a girl trust up and having a jet of water squirted at her nipples, anus and her hairy crack until she orgasm’d almost to the point of unconsciousness and then Aidan showed her the “Messy Rooms” to see the squirter’s and the Golden Rain Brigade.

After watching the squirter’s and a veritable monsoon of Golden showers Aidan suggested lunch.

“That would be really lovely” She replied “but would you mind if we do it in half an hour or so I would really like to change first”

“Of course” he responded “I’ll meet you in reception in say 40 minutes?”

“That’s perfect” she said and beamed a brilliant smile at him  

 

After parting company with her escort Lesley got back to her room in no time flat and was feeling guilty again as she had lied to Aidan once more.

It was true she wanted to change, in fact she needed to change, in particular her wet knickers.

But what she really wanted to do was flick herself off again.

After Lesley had satisfactorily frigged herself off, she freshened herself up with some wet wipes, gave herself a squirt of perfume and pulled on some fresh panties.  

She couldn’t remember the last time she had had to masturbate three times in one day and it was still only lunchtime, only God knew what horny delights the afternoon would bring or how many more pairs of knickers would be soiled.

She had never in her life fingered her minge more the three times in a day not even when she was a teenage girl.

Lesley almost left the room without changing her top, luckily she remembered just before she left.

Lesley had to be wearing something different when she had lunch with Aidan because getting changed was the pretext for going to her room in the first place.

 

The truth of the matter was that Lesley had fallen heavily in lust with Aidan in fact all she could do during lunch was fantasize about having sex with Aidan, right there on the table that separated them and as a result of her fantasizing Lesley had already wet the crotch of her clean knickers even before they reached the Role Playing Rooms or as Aidan called them The Dressing Up rooms.

Where they watched the well hung ex gardener, Callum, in action. “Oh my God” Lesley exclaimed “Look at the size of his cock”

And then she watched open mouthed as her someone called Lady Penelope impaled herself on him and with each pump of her loins on his huge cock Lesley got wetter and wetter and she was desperate to finger herself or have Aidan do it for her and even in the half-light she had noticed he had a lump in his jeans because as he watched the beautiful socialite thrusting her pussy down Callum’s shaft Aidan thought how much he wanted Lesley, he wanted her right then and there but he didn’t want to take advantage of her, he really liked her.

Whereas he didn’t want to take advantage of her she desperately wanted him to take advantage of her, several times.

 

After the show he walked her back to her room and she was hopeful, expectant even but all she got was a peck on the cheek. 

Which was sweet, and if she hadn’t been so horny she would have been content but what she wanted was a good rogering, but it didn’t happen.

But as she fingered away her frustration in the darkness that night she resolved that he would be rogering her in the very near future she just hadn’t figured out how to make it happen, but she would.

 

The pattern was set for Lesley, Aidan would show her some salacious activity which would get her very wet, then she would excuse herself and find somewhere to masturbate.

 

Guests would stay at the Hotel for varying durations while taking their particular pleasures while other were walk-ins.

Some were only occasional visitors, dabblers or even one timers but the majority were frequent flyers on the House of Funs erotica express.

 

The sexual satisfaction at the House of Fun wasn’t always about the physical, one ex professional rugby player paid handsomely for the privilege of sniffing the girl’s soiled knickers which had to be stored in Tupperware boxes to keep them “fresh” and he amused himself in one of the special playrooms, as did an old Shakespearean actor who liked watching Claire hoovering his room wearing nothing but wellington boots.

There was another man, one of their regular visitors, who liked to sit naked on the lavatory, masturbating obviously, as a succession of girls walked into the bathroom pulled down their knickers and pee’d in the bath.

Not that the weirdness in the special playrooms was restricted to men, a woman in her sixties liked to lay naked in the empty bath and have Callum, the large cocked ex gardener urinate on her.

Some of the services requested were more bizarre than others and were more akin to “Children in Need” challenges, like a woman having her breasts covered in peanut butter or a man having his genitals painted with warm honey.

Not everything was restricted to inside the rooms, for example a retired vicar liked to be walked up and down the corridor wearing a dog collar, the studded kind.

And patrons liked to dress up and in the days that followed Aidan guided tours Lesley was put to work in the wardrobe room.

There was a lot of dressing up involved at the House of Fun so they had amassed quite a wardrobe for the punters delight, which cost a fortune, but if the clients wanted them then they could have them but of course they came at a price, which was highly inflated, which more than covered the cleaning bill, not all fabrics are wipe clean.

 

It was while she was working there that she discovered there was a shop attached to the costume department, that sold, underwear, hosiery, but apart from underwear and hosiery of every conceivable kind, the shop also sold a stunning array of products, love eggs, cock rings, dildo’s, vibrators, handcuffs, whips, masks and every other kind of accessory to pain and pleasure and aids to her increased need to masturbate.

 

Lesley also noticed one day, Kelly and Claire dressed as schoolgirls in readiness for an appointment with a former head mistress for a spot of punishment that she decided on a course of action that she hoped would entice Aidan out of his shell and into her knickers.

 

So Lesley put her plan into action and successfully set and baited a trap and caught her prey in Room 56 and got exactly what she had fantasized over and after that first outing they became regular visitors in the playrooms and they never left the room disappointed.

 

Lesley and Aidan had spent most of Christmas Eve in Abbottsford amidst the madness of the last minute Christmas shoppers in the Phoenix Centre.

But they weren’t there for Christmas Shopping, they had finished that two weeks before.

They had been in Abbottsford buying an engagement ring because they were getting engaged that evening and were going to announce it when they went to the Red Lion in Pangmere for dinner with Auntie Yvonne.

Technically they had already bought the ring but it had to be resized and Christmas Eve was the last chance they had to collect it.

It took an absolute age to firstly get out of the multi-story car park and then out of Abbottsford and then they stopped on the way back for a late lunch at a pub in Shallowfield, so when they finally got back to the Hotel he thought Lesley would be eager to get to her room and take a long relaxing bath, but it turned out that she was in the mood for something quite different, and he had nothing to do with relaxation.

They had barely got through the fronts doors before she took control and as he was carrying her purchases he wasn’t in a position to object.

She propelled him through reception and then pushed him sideways through the open door and into Yvonne’s office, which was empty, and she knew it would be empty because Lesley knew Yvonne would be upstairs having some afternoon delight with her toy boy Paul.

She had planned what to do on the drive back and once Aidan was in the office she locked the door and she was on him.

Clearly the excitement of the day and acquiring the engagement ring had had an unforeseen effect on her and had made her really hungry for him and her lips instantly fastened over his and her active tongue invaded his mouth.

It was a very sensual kiss and his manhood was suddenly wide-awake and did its best to burst out of his trousers and might well have succeeded had she not released it herself and very quickly began tugging roughly on his shaft.

Lesley was completely in command and soon her lips left his and moved immediately down to his cock.

“Are you sure we should be doing this in here?” he asked as her agile tongue feathered his purple head in deliciously sensual flicks

“I’ve always wanted to have you in Aunties office” she replied before devouring his cock in one delightfully ecstatic mouthful.

“Oh Leslie that’s so good” he said as she sucked him up good and proper, but before she got too enthusiastic, he pushed her head back to allow him to withdraw from her mouth and she scrambled to her feet, and after wiping her slobbering lips on her sleeve she kissed him again with the same urgency as before.

He pushed her back against the wall and yanked her skirt up her thighs so he could get his hands under the hem and gripping it in both hands he pulled it sharply upwards so the entire skirt was residing around her waist, he then turned his attention to her tights and knickers but took a moment to fondled her buttocks first.

 

After the instant she began the assault he had been wondering if the panties she was wearing were wet, which was normally a good barometer, as in many of their sexual encounters when she was “well up for it” they often were.

He slid his hands around from her rear where he had been groping her arse and slipped his hand between her thighs and found the fabric of her tights was drenched. 

“You’re knickers and tights are very wet” he said more than a little surprised at the degree of saturation even for her.

“I’ve been wet all day” she responded, “I would have had you in the car if the multi-story hadn’t been so busy”

“I would have liked that” he said as he hurriedly began dragging her tights and knickers off her cute arse and he followed them down to her ankles and was knelt in front of her neat brunette bush.

Lesley was running her fingers through his hair as he slipped her knickers and tights off over her feet and as he was about to stand up he felt a very definite downward pressure from her hands as she pushed his head back down towards her cunny.

Aidan was ready to fuck her but she wanted head first so in the spirit of the season he decided to oblige his fiancée.

He had her standing on one leg, while she supported herself by resting the other one on his shoulder as he supped enthusiastically on her hot gash.

 

Lesley let him know when she had had enough by lowering her other leg and he stood up.

He had her juice all around his mouth and when he kissed her it was all around hers as well.

Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck and she was panting loudly in his ear as he got a firm grip on each buttock and lifted her up off her feet so her deliciously syrupy fanny was at a suitable height to receive him.

Once achieved he slid effortlessly into Lesley’s hot creamy cunny

“Ohhhhh God” she uttered

Lesley’s legs locked around his middle and he banged her against the wall.

He had one hand on her hip and with the other he gripped the coat hook on the wall as he banged her again and again and her bum cheeks slapped against the plaster which was like being applauded for his efforts.

With each early stroke he put into her she responded with a long satisfied

“Mmmm”

As the rhythm increased and the strokes shortened she could only manage

“Oh”

“Oh”

“Oh”

“Oh”

“Oh”

Finishing with an

“OH GOD YES”

As he emptied his Christmas sac into her and they stayed in that position for about a minute panting hard then she said.

“Oh merry Christmas” 

“It was ok then?” he asked

“Oh yes, very nice” she replied

 

When he finally set her back down on terra firma he quickly redressed and she threw her soggy knickers and tights into her shopping bag and then they left Yvonne’s office and Lesley walked back to her room sticky lipped and knickerless, which was something her Auntie Yvonne was fond of doing, it clearly ran in the family.  

Aidan left Lesley at her room and walked back to his own and got ready for the evening.

 

Aidan and Lesley planned on spending Christmas together at the Hotel and that meant they would spend Christmas Morning in her room so she had a beautifully decorated little tree and he put the presents underneath it that morning before they left to go to Abbottsford.

Once she was back in the room on her own she noticed the presents and all of a sudden she was like a child again and she immediately phoned Aidan.

“Can I open a present?” she asked him

“No, you have to wait until morning” he replied

“Oh, just one, please, please, please” she begged

“No” he said firmly “Concentrate on getting ready”

Aidan hung up and got back in the shower but she phone him again fifteen minutes later.

“Oh please can I open a present?” she begged him

“No, you have to wait until morning” he replied but judging by what he could hear she kept picking up the presents, shaking them and even squeezing them.

If he could have seen her he would have noticed that she was even listening to them.

“Oh, just one” she begged him again

“No” he said firmly “Now get ready”

But she kept the begging phone calls every ten minutes and she was getting right on his tits, if he were to tell the truth.

So finally he relented

“Ok, we can open one present each before we leave for dinner”

“Goody” she squealed

“Now get yourself ready” Aidan said

“Ok”

An hour later he headed upstairs to her room and when he let himself in he was expecting to find her waiting impatiently to open a present.

But instead he found her lying beneath the tree with wrapping paper loosely draped about her body.

She was clearly feeling horny again and this time she wasn’t wearing wet knickers, in fact she wasn’t wearing knickers at all or anything else for that matter.       

“You go first” she said

“If you insist” he said and once he had un-wrapped his present and thoroughly examined the contents, he discovered the absence of wet lingerie but he did find that she had wet whiskers.

And when he had methodically enjoyed every inch of her culminating in a nerve tingling ball wetting fuck they were very nearly late for dinner with Yvonne.

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (25) In Grand Style

 

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.

 

Many of the staff from the old Spa Hotel business stayed on to give the new seedier trade a go, most of them merely continued in their old roles, cook’s, laundry staff, waiters, waitresses, cleaners, bar staff, housemaids, and maintenance staff.

Whereas others chose a career change and stayed on in a different capacity.

However quite a lot of the staff were new and Helen Culleton and Rob Lamb were in that category.

 

Rob was one of the caretaking staff who had worked at the Spa for 12 months and he worked most of the time in the pool and sauna suite, though not exclusively.

He was a short skinny man in his mid-twenties with bright orange hair, a pleasant freckled face and a nice smile and a really serious crush on Helen, and when he wasn’t working in the pool and sauna suite he was watching his big crush, Helen Culleton in the voyeur rooms.

Voyeurism was very popular with staff and paying guests alike and initially some two way mirrors were installed in a number of rooms for the peepers.

But they proved to be so popular that almost all of the rooms had them within a year.

Although some punters actually wanted to be in the room with the couple during the act, or the punishment, but that was very expensive, in fact, any request the deviated from the norm was extra and anything that the client “insisted on” doubled or trebled the price.

So Rob would find out what room Helen was performing in and he would make his way to the adjoining voyeur room and when he was seated and he turned off the lights he opened the curtains to reveal the wonderful scene, although he only ever looked at Helen.

But until his fascination for her began he watched a wide variety of deviances, submission, cross dressing, dominance, girl on girl, and then he saw her for the first time naked apart from black fishnet stockings, with two girls chained to a wall while she vigorously spanked them on the buttocks, from then on he only had eyes for her.

 

Helen Culleton was 24 years old, single and five foot one, with Jet-black hair and dark dusky skin, plump breasts and chocolate coloured nipples.

She was gorgeous and she knew it and she had used her body since the moment she realized what effect she had on men, and women for that matter, but she never had sex with the punters, she wasn’t a whore, she was a performer, stripping, erotic dancing and teasing.

Helen had earned a good living and was never short of work but when she landed a job at the House of Fun she really started to coin it in, especially when she added masturbation and pissing to her dirty repertoire.

 

As soon as Rob finished his shift he went in search of Helen and her delicious chocolate confections, to see what she was up to and, although he didn’t know it at the time, it was a particularly pivotal day in his life, as the main tenant of her performance that day was pissing.

He often watched Helen from the safety of the voyeur rooms through the two way mirror, safely anonymous, he would often see her outside in the corridors and common areas but he never dared to speak to her, he was far two shy.

Rob may have felt anonymous behind the glass, but she always knew when he was there, so she always gave everything.

 

As he looked on Helen was wearing the full school uniform, consisting of black knee length socks, a black and white plaid skirt, burgundy jacket with yellow trim, white blouse and a burgundy and yellow tie, oh and a straw boater of course, complete with matching ribbons.

She was stood with her back flush against the wall with her eyes fixed on the two way mirror and as she slid down the wall she squatted with her knees at right angles making her look like a skinny Sumo wrestler.

Helen then reached her hand down between her legs and pulled her pristine white knickers aside with her thumb, revealing her luscious black curly whiskers and then she smiled broadly as she released a jet of piss the like of which Rob had never seen before and he found it very arousing, very arousing.

But what made it even more arousing was the distance she achieved with the arcing jet and its duration.

When she had finished and she had pushed out every last drop she smiled at the glass and let out a long sigh, and her customer whom she had never looked at once, creamed his pants.

Rob could well understand why her punter had lost his load because he felt his own cock swelling in his pants, so he thought that was a good time to leave.

“Make yourself a sandwich” he said to himself “or jump in the shower”
He decided a cold shower would cool his ardour the most and that way he would be able to enjoy his sandwich in comfort as he was sporting a huge erection thanks to Helen’s Olympic style pissing performance.

 

Helen would have continued performing and Rob would have continued watching had fate not taken a hand.

The event occurred soon after Helen’s pissing performance when he was struggling to get the image of Helen pissing out of her knicker leg out of his head even after a cold shower.

As he stepped out of the shower he reached for a towel but he hadn’t even got his balls dry when the door opened and two girls were standing there, it was Helen and her friend Ginny.

They had started working there together, Ginny was the younger of the two by a few weeks, five foot two red hair and pale complexion and cutely freckled.

The girls didn’t say anything they just looked at his erection for longer than was comfortable, and then as suddenly as they arrived they smiled and then they were gone again.  

 

Fates second intervention in Helen and Rob’s life happened on the day after Helen and Ginny caught him naked and aroused.

He was told there was a problem with one of the ladies toilets on the second floor so he grabbed his tools and walked upstairs and then down the corridor to the toilet with the out of order sign on the door and opened it and then he stepped inside.

He checked his job sheet and saw that the problem was in cubicle three so he pushed open the door and then he realized Helen Culleton was sat on the toilet, leggings and knickers around her knees and her dress hoisted up around her middle with her thick black bush clearly visible, and she was pissing and she never stopped pissing all the time he was standing there watching her.
“Oh God I'm so sorry” he said flustered “I didn’t think anyone was in here, I am so, so sorry”
Then he hurried out of the door and back to the sanctuary of his office where he could hide his embarrassment, but as he hurried back towards his office he was surprised to find he had a substantial stalk on, possibly because seeing Hellen pissing on the toilet reminded him of seeing her pissing in the voyeur room the day before, or perhaps it was because she was so close he could have touched her.

All the time he was staring at her bush she never said a word to him, or lost her temper, but he was so embarrassed, however when he walked back into his office he found Helen sitting on his chair and he jumped when he saw her there and he got flustered again.
“I really am sorry Helen” he said
“its ok” she said “I’m not cross with you, you’ve seen everything I’ve got already”

“That’s not the point” he said and he noticed her eyes were fixed on his cock, or at least the bulge in his trousers made by his cock and he wondered what was going through her mind.
“Is your cock always hard?” she asked with a smile
“No only when…” he began “You’re around”
“It doesn’t do that just for me” Helen said and she laughed 
“So why is it hard now?” She asked curiously still staring at the site of his erection, which he tried to stop twitching, which he failed to do.

“Dirty thoughts” he said

“Really? What were you thinking about?” she asked already knowing the answer

“You of course” he said “it’s always you”

“Tell me more” she asked with a lustful look on her face.

“Well I think about making love to you in bed, when you are naked, wriggling and squirming beneath me” he said

“You think of doing that?” she asked with raised eyebrows

“All the time” he confessed

He often thought about Helen, his wank bank was full of salacious scenarios concerning her, fondling her plump tits, fingering her juicy crack, fucking her hairy pussy and her cute arse for that matter, in fact sex of every kind, in every position, as well as Tit Wank’s, hand jobs and even noshing on her.

 

Rob often thought about Helen, his wank bank was full of salacious scenarios concerning her, fondling her plump tits, fingering her juicy crack, fucking her hairy pussy and her cute arse for that matter, in fact sex of every kind, in every position, as well as Tit Wank’s, hand jobs and even noshing on her.

But he hadn’t, even in his wildest dreams, ever imagined what happened next, when she reached out and unzipped his trousers and when she had extricated his erection from its confines she grabbed hold of his cock and pulled him towards her by it and then for the first time she took her eyes off of it and looked at his face as she played with him.

Rob closed his eyes as she gently tugged on his shaft and then he felt delicate soft kisses on his sensitive knob.

This was a surprise; he hadn’t imagined her doing that, he had imagined a lot but not that, then her tongue flicked around his helmet in quick feather light licks, until all at once in one smooth slurping instant he was in her mouth.

He could feel Helen’s fingers still caressing his shaft lightly and he looked down just as his glistening wet knob reappeared accompanied by a sucking sound, and she looked up and smiled wickedly and then she devoured him again with her hot mouth.

Rob could see the bulge of his cock in her cheek as she sucked greedily on him.

Her fingers tightened their grip on his shaft as her demerara lips were slurping around his cock.

“Oh that’s so nice Helen” he gasped

“Is this to your satisfaction?” Helen mumbled between slurps

“What a stupid question” he thought to himself “of course it was to his satisfaction, was she mad?”

But out loud he said

“Oh yes”

At the point in proceedings that they had reached he would have normally have been considering the next chapter of the story, with the girls he usually had sexual encounters with.

But he was pretty convinced that it was Helen’s intention to suck him off.

What he didn’t know however was that the only reason for that was that she was on her monthly.

Rob was fast approaching the point of no return and he could tell by the lip smacking and slurping that he was right and she had already decided what she wanted to do.

One of his hands was on the back of her head; fingers threaded amongst her thick black curls while the other caressed her bulging cheek.

Her fingers were gripped tight around the base of his shaft and tugging on him furiously then Helen took one final pause for air before his saliva soaked cock slipped comfortably between her dark lips again and her mouth sealed tight around his throbbing cock, and snorting through her nose, her mouth joined the busy little fingers in the rhythmic wanking.

Rob was so close and Emily could sense it and she was going at him like fury,

So close, so close

“Oh Helen” he exclaimed and his buttocks clenched tight

Closer, closer

“Helen, Helen” he shouted and then his hands were pulling her head onto him as he shot and her eager lips sucked him dry, just as the telephone rang, which he ignored.

 

“Oh Helen” he exclaimed and his buttocks clenched tight

Closer, closer

“Helen, Helen” he shouted and then his hands were pulling her head onto him as he shot and her eager lips sucked him dry, just as the telephone rang, which he ignored.

Helen was still grasping his cock and sucking and licking at the last of his seed until her lips smacked one last time and her mouth released his shaft.

“Was that ok?” She asked and kissed his helmet

“Oh God yes” he said and kissed her forehead

“Well that’s all you get for today” she said “But only because I’m on the rag, but once I get rid of the cotton mouse were going to do things that will make your toes curl”

“I can’t wait” he said with what could only be described as a leer and then the phone rang again which he ignored again and redressed himself with Helen watching his every move and looking very pleased with herself, which she deserved to do, it was the best blowjob Rob had ever had, by some distance, she looked like the cat that got the cream, which wasn’t too far from the truth.

He was just about to kiss her when the door suddenly opened

“There you are” Ginny said “I’ve been looking for you everywhere”

“Hello Rob, Thank you so much for the show yesterday” she added “There’s more to you than meets the eye, I shan’t ever look at you in the same way again”

Helen was still sat on his chair from where she had delivered her oral expertise and where she was still looking at Rob and Ginny suddenly noticed she had a small dribble of gentleman’s relish in the corner of her mouth.

“For goodness sake Helen, wipe that love custard off your lip babe”

Then to Rob she said

“So you’ve been a very lucky boy haven’t you?”

As Helen wiped his cum off her mouth with a tissue she went bright red, which he had never seen her do before, which made his cock twitch for some reason.

Ginny was smirking at her friend’s discomfiture, she had never witnessed her friend so embarrassed and she had known her for years

“She doesn’t do that for just anyone you know” Ginny whispered as she excused herself and said she would wait for Helen in the hall.

“You could have told me” Helen said just as the door closed then she laughed and punched him.

“I thought it was sexy” he replied as she sluiced her mouth out, so she wouldn’t have penis breath when she gave him a goodbye kiss, which she did, and it was long and passionate, before she went in search of Ginny.

“Look after him” she said stroking his cock through his trousers and was pleased to feel it was arousing again, but she didn’t know it that was the kiss or the cum on her lip that had caused it

“I’ll be back for him soon”

“He’ll be waiting” he said and then the phone rang again and this time he had to answer it so Helen kissed his cheek and left.

 

Rob believed that fate had contrived the circumstance of him catching Helen pissing in the toilet which led to her performing nerve tingling fellatio on him in his office, a mutually satisfying fuck in the same venue two days later and a passionate night spent together in one of the Hotel rooms, but he was mistaken.

 

After that first night they spent together they made love at almost every opportunity that was offered to them, but Rob still watched her perform from the voyeur rooms and then later she reaped the benefits of his arousal and he thought their wonderfully rewarding sexual relationship all started with a fateful piss.

But fate actually had nothing to do with it, because what he didn’t know was that while Rob had been looking at her from behind the glass as she performed, she had been watching him as he worked around the place, but he didn’t make a move and she got fed up of waiting, so she set a trap for him.

It was Helen who phoned to report the fault in the ladies toilets and put the out of order sign on the door and then she sat in wait for him to appear and her bladder was fit to bust as he stepped into the toilets and the moment he pushed open the cubicle door she pissed like a horse and that was when she had him hook line and sinker.

 

They were both really pleased that they had finally got together, the sex was great and even after he’d had her he never stopped lusting over her and she never stopped enjoying his exercising of it with her.

But what surprised them was that the lust soon turned to love, though neither could tell the other for fear of ruining what they had together, or of breaking the spell.

Even after they had been together for more than a year they held back and held back, but that would have to change.

Even when they were making love they were thinking about it and when they slept their dreams were full of erotic snippets of the other in various states of undress and debauchment either involving past sexual encounters or vividly imagined new ones.

And Helen and Rob had wonderful imaginations and their fantasies were very colourful and the realities even more so.

Since they first got together they had had sex everywhere in the hotel and its environs, her appetite for him was insatiable and his ability to satisfy her was unquenchable and their hunger for each other never diminished.

But one location at the House of Fun had eluded them and that was the Grand Suite but that was about to change because they had booked the suite for, from Christmas Eve until Boxing Day.

They would be spending three days and two nights devouring each other in Grand style in the grandest suite in the House of Fun.

 

Helen and Rob were sitting on the sofa in the staff lounge waiting until there room was ready.

 

Since they first got together they had had sex everywhere in the hotel and its environs, her appetite for him was insatiable and his ability to satisfy her was unquenchable and their hunger for each other never diminished.

But one location at the House of Fun had eluded them and that was the Grand Suite but that was about to change because they had booked the suite for, from Christmas Eve until Boxing Day.

They would be spending three days and two nights devouring each other in Grand style in the grandest suite in the House of Fun.

But the room wasn’t ready, so they could have sat in reception and waited but it was very busy and very noisy which was why they chose the Staff Lounge. 

When they first went in there, Claire Collister and her girlfriend Kerry Freeborn, were just leaving.

They had formerly worked in the pool and sauna suite but chose to make the change to amongst other things, dominatrix, although not exclusively.

Claire was a skinny and flat chested brunette, and she wore her hair in a pixie cut which worked perfectly with her elfin features.

Kelly on the other hand was more substantially made and had a voluptuous figure, and what Claire called “Lego hair” which was thick and ginger.

They were both 5ft 4 inches tall but Kelly looked taller because of her Lego hair.

As the pair were quite adventurous in their own sex life they were really open to anything, and dabbled in anything and everything and as they were both approaching 30 they were not naïve about the ways of the world, so nothing phased them and they were immensely popular.

“Hello you two” Helen said

“Hey I thought you pair would’ve have been soling the bedding in the Grand suite by now” Kelly said

“The rooms not ready” Helen replied

“I bet you are though babe” Claire enquired

Her girlfriend Kelly could tell by Claire’s expression that she wouldn’t have minded having a go on Helen herself and decided to drag her away before she embarrassed herself.

“Come on tiger” she said

 

Helen sat down heavily on the sofa and Rob sat beside her, there was no conversation as Helen was sulking.

So with the absence of converse, Rob was distracted by her familiar exotic perfume every time she moved which stirred his already tingling loins but for the moment there was no outlet for his lust.

After about five minutes she cuddled up to him, drawing her legs up under her, then hugging his arm as she rested her head on his shoulder.

Rob glanced down at her and notice a little bit of pale pink bra strap showing against her dark skin, and by adjusting the angle of his head he managed to glimpse the lace edging of her bra inside her sweater.

He even thought he could discern the silhouette of a nipple pushing through the wool of her sweater but that could have been his imagination or wishful thinking.

She fidgeted as if conscious of his gaze but he continued to stare anyway simply because her body was too gorgeous not to and in the next instant she was his holding his hand.

 

He thought that was sweet but then a moment later Helen was tucking his hand between her knees and his palm was resting on the silkily smooth 70-denier hosiery.

But even if she had been wearing cheap bobbly panty hose, the cheapness of the tights would not have detracted from the quality of the flesh they contained.

His palm began its trek along the inside of her thigh and Helen opened her legs enough to aid his advance.

He liked the silkily smooth 70-denier hosiery she wore but even cheaply shod the feel of her inner thigh would have brought a lump to his pants.

With her head on his shoulder he could hear and feel her steady breathing as his hand advanced.

So it crept ever higher up Helen’s firm thigh as she opened and closed her legs in anticipation and she moaned quietly at his touch.

He could feel the heat from her familiar pussy as he neared his objective.

His intention was to finger her through her tights again, like he had done in the past, so when his hand arrived at the seat of her heat, where she had the itch that needed to be scratched, he began to rub her pussy through the fabric and her breathing changed instantly and her legs that had opened just enough for his hand to proceed were now at right angles to one another.

He fingered her though her tights and the material of the fabric was slipping and sliding on her wet gash until her cream oozed through the fabric, and Helen wriggled beneath his hand and moaned like a whore.

Despite the quality of her tights the consequence of her fidgeting action and his rubbing caused his fingers to push straight through the gusset, so his digits then proceeded inside her sodden pants and into her creamy wet minge.

Shangri-La having been reached he relished looking upon the recipient of his lust as her buttocks clenched and she wriggled and squirmed on the sofa beside him.

But he was conscious of the fact they were in the Staff Lounge, unoccupied though it might have been, so he still had to keep a weather eye on the door to ensure they were not discovered.

Obviously the risk of being caught added to the spice, the hardness of his cock and the wetness of her cunny, bore testament to that.

Helen for her part was stifling her moans by burying her face in a cushion, which she needed to do, as he was deep into the heart of her fire as he frigged her, and she was not a quiet lover.

Then they heard voices outside the door so his fingers exited Helen’s treacly pussy and she closed her legs.

He nonchalantly rested his hand on her knee as someone opened the door and he smiled to himself as he looked down to where his hand was resting, and noticed the that two of his previously engaged fingers bore the evidence of being well coated with Helen’s viscose juices.

 

The indecisive interloper, meanwhile, paused for a moment then went back the way they came.

Immediately the door closed behind him, Helen swung open her legs and gripping him by the wrist thrust his hand inside the gaping hole in her shredded tights to return to their previous duties.

So as the voices in the hall disappeared into the distance Rob attended to her wet gash,

Her cream was oozing between his fingers as he stroked her pussy and Helen’s hand gripped the arm of the sofa until her knuckles whitened, she was biting her lip and her panting came in course rasping breaths until she closed her thighs and came, letting out a muffled scream into the cushion as she did so.

After a moment or two she relaxed and her thighs released their grip on his hand.

Being with Helen always made him horny, but being on sofa with Helen that afternoon made him even more so and after their little divertissement, he had the mother of all erections.

Under normal circumstances he wouldn’t have been able to resist the urge to satisfy himself but he was content to wait until they got to the Grand Suite, when it would be a hundred times better as he exploded inside her.

“Hmmm” She murmured when her head emerged from inside her cushion and then she kissed him wetly before cuddling up to him again.

They sat there like that for about half an hour when Helen started fidgeting beside him again and he thought, “Here we go again”.

But then she sat still again, but only for a minute or two, then she began squirming in her seat again before another period of immobility.

“It’s no good” she said suddenly sitting up

“What’s the matter?” he asked

“I’m all sticky” she whispered “and uncomfortable”

“Ah” he replied “Well the sooner we get to the suite the better then, and you can get your wet knickers off”

“I can’t wait until then,” she said playfully slapping him

“I’ll be back in a few minutes”

“Where are you going?” he asked

“To the shop” she replied

There was a shop attached to the costume department on the ground floor, that sold, underwear and hosiery and apart from underwear and hosiery of every conceivable kind, the shop also sold a stunning array of products, love eggs, cock rings, dildo’s, vibrators, handcuffs, whips, masks and every other kind of accessory to pain and pleasure but all Helen was interested in was dry knickers.

“I won’t be long horny” she said lightly squeezing the lump in his trousers, he choose not to respond to her jibe even though it was Miss Sticky knickers who had initiated the cause of her own discomfort.

He just smiled as he watched her as she walked towards the door with a very un-lady like gait.

 

Helen returned about ten minutes later, moist knickers and tattered tights in hand.

“Are you feeling better now?” he enquired

“Definitely more comfortable” she replied and then whispered

“I’m still very horny though” and kissed him slowly and seductively on the mouth.

“The sooner we get to the suite then the better” he added and kissed her back and then a gaggle of staff burst through the door so the remainder of the time in the staff room they sat slightly apart and then waited for Agnes in reception to call, which seemed to take an age and their mutual need to shag was becoming all-consuming.

He couldn’t wait to get her out of her sticky knickers and relieve the ache in his balls.

But the wait became too much to bear so they decided to go to reception and hasten the process.

 

When they reached the reception desk they were greeted by a smiling Agnes.

“Hi you two” she said

Helen was normally very friendly but she was so horny her good humour had deserted her and she said

“Is it ready?”

“I’ll just phone Housekeeping” Agnes replied sensing that Helen was starting to get agitated in her impatience to reach the Grand Suite to quench her desire.

While Agnes the receptionist went through to her office to make the phone call, Rob could see Helen was ready to blow and he had visions of her yelling at Agnes

“FOR GOD SAKE I NEED COCK AND YOU’RE STOPPING ME FROM GETTING IT”

But instead she just tapped her foot and frowned and then all of a sudden Agnes reappeared and handed Helen the key card for the Grand Suite.

Helen accepted the key card from the former and they walked briskly to the lift, to find one waiting for them so they immediately entered and pressed the top floor.

The doors began to close but at the last moment a large black dildo appeared in the gap and the doors opened again to reveal a rather large over weight woman who was holding hands with a tall skinny ginger girl half her age and without speaking they stepped into the lift and also pressed for the top floor, thus denying them valuable groping time.

The doors closed and the lift slowly ascended and for no apparent reason stopped at every floor, when they finally reached the top floor the large lady and ginger stick insect exited first and unfortunately were not only going their way, but were in their way.

They walked very slowly down the middle of the corridor and because they were holding hands they couldn’t pass them.

So after what seemed like an age they reached the Grand Suite, on the door knob of which, was a room service menu.

Rob already knew what kind of room service Helen wanted once they got in the room, but she was having trouble with the electronic key so he took the menu card off the doorknob

“Would you like to select from the room service menu madam?” he said in his best Australian accent as Helen struggled with the lock.

Eventually after she paused and took a deep breath it worked and the door opened.

 

Their bags were already in the vestibule and she threw her coat on top of them.

Miss Sticky Lips didn’t answer his question about room service, instead she just grabbed his belt and pulled him in to the room and he dropped the menu behind him.

Once inside Helen kicked the door shut and began undoing his belt.

With great manual dexterity she unbuckled his belt, unfastened his trousers and yanked his cock out.

“A very good selection madam” He said, in mock French this time “and where would you like it served madam?”

She let go of his cock and wriggled out of her skirt and then to his great surprise she ripped a hole in the crotch of her new tights and pulled her panties to one side.

“Right here and right now” she said in a very saucy “French Maid” voice and with her arms wrapped tightly around his neck she hoisted herself up onto him.

His cock was so hard and her pussy was so wet and welcoming it only took two attempts with him gripping a buttock in each hand before he achieved full penetration.

“Oh God” she exclaimed, “that’s so good”

And then she kissed his mouth and snorted through her nose as she rose and fell on his shaft.

They stopped kissing and Helen tongued his ear and her course rasping breaths were urging him on.

Rob pushed her back against the vestibule wall and thrust deeply into her and she moaned in grateful receipt of each length of cock.

Having her pinned against the wall and with her arms wrapped tightly around his neck while her legs gripped his hips he was afforded the luxury of liberating her tits from their lacy bondage.

His left hand was engaged as an anchor on the doorframe but his right was free and went immediately up inside her sweater.

As he tried to insert his hand between the lacy prison and its occupant he pushed the bra upwards and the under wire stabbed his hand, undeterred however he bravely persevered and groped the round plump breast.

As he squeezed her tit and toyed with her erect nipple the tempo was increasing and her moans were growing louder as was the sound of her buttocks slapping against the plaster as he continued banging her against the wall.

As they reached the summit they were both tiring and he was beginning to think they might have to adjourn to the bedroom, when they suddenly found their second wind and drove on until through gritted teeth her hoarse panting in his ear told him she was desperately close and with a yelp she cried out in orgasm and he came seconds later empting his aching balls into her.

They didn’t know exactly how long them stood there locked in passions embrace but it just felt so good they could have stayed there forever.

“Damn” she panted, “that’s what I call room service”

Then Helen laughed lustily which made her muscles contract randomly around his shaft and caused him to twitch.

“Hmmm” they murmured

Choice Tales from the Vale – (343) Undergarments

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 came for Clarissa to leave Willow for University, and by extension her boyfriend, but she returned on a regular basis to see Alex and be seen to by him , though in December he wasn’t the only reason for her return.

Clarissa St Claire and her family were going Skiing in Vermont for 10 days, Alex was invited too, albeit begrudgingly, but he had to decline as he had a series of book illustrations to complete and deliver to the publishers before Christmas, but she would be back intime to spend their first Christmas together.

A week before she was due to leave, she went into Abbottsford with her mum to do some last-minute shopping for the holiday and when she got back, she was eager to show Alex one of her purchases.

“Hello darling, I’ve got something for you” she said and kissed him

“You’d better come in then” he said

Once inside she slipped her coat off and he asked

“So, what did you buy me?”

“Nothing” she replied

“I thought you had something for me” he said

“Well I lied” she admitted “I actually bought underwear for me”

“I see”

“But as they’re very sexy, I thought you’d like them” she said

“I’m sure you’re right” he confessed

“Do you want me to put them on?” she asked coyly

“Of course,” he said, “you know where to go, I’ll make a drink”

So, she quickly darted out carrying one of her shopping bags and he made a drink before he sat in the lounge and waited until the door opened slightly, and Clarissa’s head appeared.

“All ready?” he queried and Clarissa nodded, then the door opened fully, and she stepped into the lounge wearing blue thermal underwear and began strutting around like she was on the catwalk, he wasn’t expecting a floor show, but he wasn’t going to complain.

“Not very sexy, are they?” she said and giggled as she strutted around

“I wouldn’t say that I think they’re sexy,” he said, and Clarissa giggled

“You really are a perv”

“How do they feel?” he asked

“Fab” she replied “they’re all fleecy inside”

She was clearly very pleased with the effect she was having on him.

“Come and sit down,” Alex said as he stood up and offered his seat

“I’m too sexy to sit down,” she said, but he put a hand on each shoulder and tried to steer her into his seat.

“Wow they are soft, aren’t they?”

“They’re even softer inside” she said and pulled his hands off her shoulders and down to her breasts

“Softer than these”

Taking advantage of the situation was not her intention when she popped round to see him, it was really meant to be a joke, by saying she had sexy underwear and then appearing in thermals, she hadn’t for a second, thought it was going to affect him that way, she should have guessed though.

It’s not as if she had just danced around in sexy lingerie, she was in thermals, real passion killers, but judging by the stiffness of her protruding nipples beneath his palms indicated to him that she was clearly turned on, so he massaged her breasts though the fleecy fabric and she responded by turning to kiss him and rubbed her bum cheeks against the growing lump in his trousers.

It was obvious to him that Clarissa had come to the boil very quickly, rendering any protracted foreplay redundant so he bent her over the table and pulled her bottoms down to gain access to her Minge, and he could see her lips were slightly parted so he probed her with his forefinger and found her to be lusciously lubricated.

Alex quickly un-trousered his tool and with a short tug exposed his helmet before slipping it between her dewy lips and Clarissa  responded with a low animal grunt and her hands gripped the edge of the table as she braced to receive the next length, which was also greeted with a grunt as was the next one and the next and the next, and as the frequency of his penetrations increased so did the tone of her vocalizing.

The coffee had begun slopping out of the mugs as the rogering became more energetic and as he was giving her the short strokes she was letting out a single low moan until the point of ejaculation when she just barked out “yes” and collapsed panting on the table beside a puddle of coffee.

 

Afterwards Alex watched her get dressed and was surprised to see she kept the thermals on.

“Wow” he said

“What?”

“You’re keeping them on” Alex said, and she blushed, then she gave him very passionate kiss before she opened the front door and stepped out

“Bye darling” she said, then over her shoulder as she walked down the drive, she shouted

“Glad you liked the undies”

He watched her as she walked away and thought that the thermals she was wearing would need to go in the wash before she left for Vermont.