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

 

Yvonne Makin closed the traditional loss making Spa Hotel in Pangmere and opened the House of Fun, where spa treatments like Raki and Reflexology were replaced by a more exotic menu for those inclined more towards restraints, punishments and the more unusual pleasures.  

Massage was still on the menu but under the new rules they always had a “happy ending”

Saunas also still featured in the new regime, they were just much steamier than before.

In fact everything at the House of Fun was steamier.

 

The House of Fun had become a very popular venue for the sin seekers, Some would stay at the Hotel for a week or more while taking their particular pleasures while other were walk-ins and preferred to use the rooms by the hour.

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

“Hello, I’m Yvonne”

“Hello” she said “I’m Yvonne”

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

“Hi” he said

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

She asked cheerfully

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

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

They both shook their heads in response.

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

Paul just looked at Polly and raised an eyebrow

“Um no not really” Polly stammered and blushed.

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

“Peep is a very apt verb indeed”

Polly and Paul smiled and the former said

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

“Am I that easy to read?” he asked

“Pretty much” she replied

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

“Well we have a library” Yvonne said

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

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

She said and they laughed again

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

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

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

“That encouraging news” he said

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

“Thank you Yvonne”

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

“Almost my favourite time of day”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

But he stopped kissing her and asked

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Oh yes” she purred

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

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

“But me and him aren’t tired”

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

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

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

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

“Oh my Godddd”

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So while Aidan was in the toilet Lesley said

“You should have invited him”

“Invited who?” Yvonne replied

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

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

“Paul” Lesley said

“Paul who?”

“Paul Russell” Lesley said

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not anymore” she said

“So you want everyone to know about us?”

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

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

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

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

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

“I liked the loving”

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

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

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

Paul fell to his knees and kissed her fleshy breasts and took each nipple into his mouth in turn as she ran her fingers through his hair as his fingers were grasping at the waistband of her pink knickers.

 

His fingers were grasping at the waistband of her pink knickers, so he tugged her M&S pants over her plump shapely buttocks and down her thighs and the further her pants descended so did his lips, and as he kissed the skin of her quivering belly her knickers had reached her knees,

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

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

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

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

“Do it like you love me” she implored.

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (27) Voyeurs, Swingers and Soldiers

 

Yvonne Makin closed the traditional loss making Spa Hotel in Pangmere and opened the House of Fun, where spa treatments like Raki and Reflexology were replaced by a more exotic menu for those inclined more towards restraints, punishments and the more unusual pleasures.  

Massage was still on the menu but under the new rules they always had a “happy ending”

Saunas also still featured in the new regime, they were just much steamier than before.

In fact everything at the House of Fun was steamier.

 

The clientele grew over time and attracted a diverse group of fun seekers.

Polly Russell for example arrived as a first time visitor at the House of Fun merely in a supportive role.

She had bought her younger brother a week long package to celebrate his divorce, although to his mind he thought commiseration was more appropriate, and just to be sure he used the gift she drove him there herself and even booked herself in for a two day special, though she didn’t know what to expect inside, she didn’t think it was really her kind of place, she was only there for her little brother.

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

But as it turned out they were both wrong.

Once she was there it didn’t seem so bad, it was modern and clean and it didn’t look like a brothel.

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

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

She was desperate to help Paul get his life going again, his marriage had just ended in a bitter divorce and he just wanted to off load the marital home and draw a line under an unhappy episode in his life.

What she wanted to do was for him to get his juices flowing, to make him feel alive, even if it was in a glorified knocking shop.

 

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

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

 

Polly was wearing her shoulder length brunette hair down so it danced around the nape of her neck as she walked into the room.

She was wearing a knee length floral dress that hugged her figure, and thick black tights on her magnificent legs and low heeled shoes on her big feet.

Whereas Paul plumped for jeans and a short sleeved shirt. 

Paul was as different from Polly as it was possible to get.

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

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

 

“Right let’s go and have a look around” Polly suggested

“If we must” Paul retorted

“Oh do try and relax” she said “you might see something you fancy”

“I’m not looking for anything” he retorted

“No you would just hide away with your face buried in a book” she scolded “You have to start living again”

“So you’re going to look for yourself then?” he asked

“Good God no” she exclaimed “That’s not what I need in my life”

“Nor do I” he snapped

“Just keep an open mind hon” she said and kissed his cheek “Please”

“Ok” he replied resignedly

 

His words had resonated with Polly, who had only had two relationships in her life the first was a five year engagement that ended a month before the wedding and a four year marriage that ended in divorce.

She hadn’t gone to Pangmere to search for what was missing in her personal life she was there for Paul, but she did think she should follow her own advice and keep an open mind.  

The problem was that part of the reason her relationships had failed was because of sex, or rather the lack of it, Polly was a little frigid.

She and her husband had even been to counseling, a sex therapist, who suggested sex games, dressing up and role playing, but she just felt silly.

Her problem was that she was timid and unadventurous, the only time she let herself go was when she was drunk, she had never had an orgasm sober, the downside to that was that she rarely drank alcohol.

So Polly had no illusions that the House of Fun had anything to offer her or any fear about looking around she knew that no amount of bawdy titillation was going to turn her on.

 

Polly and Paul left their suite and walked down the corridor which to all intents and purposes looked like any other hotel corridor and gave no hint as to the purposes the rooms were put to.

It was only when they got down to the ground floor that the true nature of the establishment was revealed with people wandering about in varying stages of undress, or in costumes, there was also a lot of leather and rubber being worn.

The only one who appeared to be out of place was a small dark haired, middle aged lady who was smiling at all and sundry.  

 

Polly and Paul left their suite and walked down the corridor which to all intents and purposes looked like any other hotel corridor and gave no hint as to the purposes the rooms were put to.

It was only when they got down to the ground floor that the true nature of the establishment was revealed with people wandering about in varying stages of undress, or in costumes, there was also a lot of leather and rubber being worn.

The only one who appeared to be out of place was a small dark haired, middle aged lady who was smiling at all and sundry.  

 

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

She was a small dark haired woman in her fifties who had maintained her figure well over the years, and was still considered attractive, but after two years of running a sin palace and being regularly serviced with cock she looked 10 years younger.

 

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

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

 

“Hello” she said “I’m Yvonne”

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

“Hi” he said

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

She asked cheerfully

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

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

They both shook their heads in response.

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

Paul just looked at Polly and raised an eyebrow

“Um no not really” Polly stammered and blushed.

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

“Peep is a very apt verb indeed”

Polly and Paul smiled and the former said

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

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

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

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

 

Polly wander off and glanced back to where Paul and Yvonne were standing in silence.

She paused and watched them and didn’t move on until she saw them starting to talk and then she smiled and moved on.

Although she wouldn’t have been smiling if she had realized he was asking her for directions to the library.

But she would have been over moon if she had known that later that night the affable Yvonne would be in Paul’s bed.

 

When Polly sat down in the voyeur room a young man was preparing the scene and when he was satisfied that everything was where it should be he stripped off.

“Oh my Lord” Polly said “That’s huge”

The man she was watching was Callum McDonnell who was the 6ft 4 inch former Hotel gardener, the gently spoken, good looking and very muscular man, with a huge cock and hands like shovels.

Polly didn’t notice his hands, she couldn’t take her eyes off his huge flaccid cock.

After a couple of minutes a young woman, around Polly’s age, entered the room dressed as a schoolgirl.

Callum then bend the girl over his knees pulled her navy blue knickers down and spanked her lily white cheeks with his shovel like hands and when her cheeks weren’t lily white anymore he fingered her wet hairy crack.

 

Polly discovered when she watched the schoolgirl being skewered by a huge cock that she was stone cold sober and red hot and ready.

She certainly wasn’t feeling frigid in the least and she thought that maybe this was her kind of place after all.

 

Polly had further confirmation of the fact that the House of Fun was indeed her kind of place and that she definitely wasn’t frigid when she ripped the soggy crotch out of her tights so she could finger her burning hot pussy and by the time she returned to her room she desperately needed to put some dry pants on.

 

When she was having lunch with her brother her mind kept uncharacteristically wandering to thoughts that she couldn’t possibly share with her brother, thoughts of a man with an enormous cock that looked like a child’s arm holding a tennis ball and as a result of her recollections she had already wet the crotch of her clean knickers.

 

When they returned to the suite she didn’t bother changing her underwear again because she had no confidence that they would remain dry and even less that she would.

Polly was keen to go exploring again that afternoon and didn’t bother wearing tights when she went out and soon found herself in another of the voyeur rooms watching a girl dressed as Julie Andrews, or at least dressed as Maria, giving head to a pretty young nun.

It wasn’t really her cup of tea being that she wasn’t a devotee of Sappho but she found it strangely fascinating nonetheless.   

But as her fascination began to wane and she was contemplating moving on something else happened to peak her interest, another party joined the fun. 

It was a strikingly good looking man dressed as a priest and Maria and the nun took turns in sucking his cock, this was a very exciting turn of events but unfortunately she was not alone in the room and therefore couldn’t express herself in the way she had earlier in the day.

So after she had seen him cream pie both girls she got up and left, as did one or two others, but she wasn’t sure they had left for the same reason as she.  

As they came out of the room Polly held the door for those following, and it was the first time she saw Geoff Bolden,

Polly did not engage in conversation however she was only interested in engaging her finger with her pussy.

 

After a hot and horny afternoon she thought she needed to cool her ardour so she texted her brother.

“I’m going for a swim”

 

Polly had already been upstairs and got her one piece bathing costume, flicked herself off and changed her knickers again and was on her way back down before Paul had even reach their suite but he very soon joined her after about half an hour they decided to take a turn in the Jacuzzi.

While they were sat in the bubbling water they chatted about the facilities and Paul eventually admitted that he’d spent most of his time in the library.

“The library?” she exclaimed

“Yes”

“I didn’t bring you here so you could read” she scolded

“But I like to read, it broadens the mind” he said

“You should have seen the things that I’ve seen if you want to broaden your mind” she pointed out and then blushed

“Why? What have you seen?” he asked, suddenly curious

“I’m not telling what I’ve seen” she said as her face went bright red “You need to go and look for yourself”

When she finished talking she dunked her head under the water to cool herself down.

They sat in silence for the next 10 minutes until Paul said

“I’m sorry”

“That’s ok” she replied “I just thought on your first time at somewhere different you would find something more imaginative to do than sit in the library”

They had been joined by a third party the very very tall young man who had been in the same voyeur room as Polly. 

After a few minutes he suddenly asked

“Forgive me for eavesdropping but did I hear you say this is your first time?”

“That’s right” she replied

“Mine too” he said “it was a present, to “bring me out of myself””

“Was the gift from a well-meaning sister by any chance?” Paul asked with a grin

“No my father in law, well ex father in law”

“Mine was an “I know you’re divorced but get back in the game” kind of gift”

“I’m still here” she pointed out

“So are you brother and sister then?” he asked hopefully

“Yes” Polly said and he seemed to receive her answer well.

Introductions followed and it turned out that his name was Geoff Bolden and he was a few months older than Polly and more importantly was taller than her and taller men always made her feel really feminine..

“So what was your gift for?” she asked “Are you divorcee as well?”

“No” he said and Polly found herself disappointed

“I’m a widower” he added

 

It turned out that Geoff was on his own at the Hotel and

Paul had noticed a little bit of a spark between his sister and him, and there was a glow about her that he hadn’t seen in her for a very long time.

Of course he didn’t realize that the radiance was due mainly to the fact that she’d been frigging herself like crazy all day.

But not being privy to Polly’s recent habitual masturbation he suggested they have dinner together because he was sure they liked each other.

Paul was correct she did like him and he liked her in fact to such an extent that they ended up in Paul’s beloved library in the early hours of the morning where to her delight he knelt behind her and did her on all fours on the library floor.

 

After that first night when they defiled the library, Geoff took her to his bed and their relationship blossomed further when they had breakfast together the next morning.

“I’m supposed to go home today” she said, Polly had only booked in for two days to make sure Paul enjoyed himself and she ended up enjoying herself more.

“Do you have to?” he asked

“Do you want me to stay then?”

“Of course I do” Geoff said “I thought you would have known that”

“I hoped” Polly replied

“So will you stay then?”

“Yes” she replied “But…”

“But what?”

“I need more clothes” Polly said “I only packed for two days, I even had to wash my stockings this morning”

“So you’re wearing stockings again?” he asked

“Steady tiger” she said “Focus on the problem in hand”

“Yes sorry” he said “but I love you in stockings”

“Yes I remember” she said and kissed him

“Well there might be some shops in the village” he suggested “or the Hotel might have a laundry service”

“Clever and sexy” Polly said and kissed him again and then she noticed a pile of information leaflets at the end of the table,

“Perhaps there’s something in here that will tell us”

They picked up a leaflet each and started reading

“Nothing on this one” she said

“Nor this” Geoff added so they picked up another one each

“Here we are, there’s no laundry service, but there is costume department were you can choose whatever clothes you want”

“What about undies?” she asked “I’m not wearing second hand knickers”

“There is a shop on the ground floor that sells, and I quote “Underwear, hosiery and accessories” I’m not sure what the last part refers to” he said “but you can buy knickers”

“Good” she responded but then she was distracted

“So what are you reading that’s so interesting?” Geoff asked

“It’s a list of positions” she replied

“Really?” he asked bemused “what kind of position?”

Polly didn’t reply she just gave him a look and then the penny dropped

“Oh “positions” he said “which ones?”

“The sultry saddle, the squat, scissors, Face to face

The spider, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, edge of heaven, splitting the cicada, sexy spoons, galloping horse, good spread, kneeling fox, melody maker, man trap, magic bullet, slippery nipple, lust and thrust, the organ grinder, wraparound, lap love, the cat, the bridge, high dive and the shoulder stand”

“God so many?” he said

“That’s just the abridge list” she said

“Are there pictures?” Geoff asked

“Oh yeah” she replied with a leer and let him look as well

“My God, whatever happened to “Doggie” and “Missionary”” he asked

“Well if you remember we did them already” she said and blushed

“How could I forget” he said and they kissed passionately

“Shall we go?”

“Yes please” Polly replied and then almost as an afterthought she added “bring the list”

As they walked down the hall holding hands he said

“Do you want to go to the shop first?”

“Definitely not” she replied “I don’t think I need to worry about knickers at the moment”

When she realised that she had said it out loud she went scarlet and buried her head in his neck and he put his arm around her.

 

Polly and Geoff became a couple after their stay in Pangmere and they bought a house together in Sharpington and treated themselves to one long weekend a month at the House of Fun where they would choose a different position from the brochure and they were progressing through the list very nicely and even added a few variants of their own, but whichever position they executed it always had their own special ingredient, love.

 

However just before Christmas, Geoff surprised her with a special gift, it was for a three day, two nights Christmas break and included dressing up and the use of the roleplaying rooms.

Polly was absolutely thrilled she couldn’t think of a better prelude to Christmas than being banged in a variety of position while wearing a costume or as Geoff preferred to think of them, uniforms.

He’d had her as a Doctor, Nurse, French Maid, Roman Slave Girl, Police Woman and a Schoolgirl.

The latter one he had done on numerous occasions and it never got old, and every time he thought to himself as he waited for outside the costume department.

“I do love a girl in uniform”

He thought it was probably just a man thing but uniforms got Polly wet as well, and it wasn’t just her after all women go mad for a fireman, and Geoff had fucked Polly as a fireman, and a policeman.

So it wasn’t just Geoff or indeed men in general both of them thought uniforms were Phwoah, and sex in uniforms was ecstasy.

After all if it wasn’t a turn on the House of Fun wouldn’t have a costume department.

 

They alternated who would dress up and they took it in turns to choose the outfits and Polly was the next to choose.

They both had the week before Christmas off, so they checked in on the 22^nd and would check out on Christmas Eve and be in their own home for Christmas Day.

They got to Pangmere early, which was normal for them and left their bags in the room and went for a mooch around.

 

They walked down the corridor and she paused by the door to one of the voyeur rooms

“I need to pee” she said “go in and I’ll just be a minute”

Polly headed to the nearest toilet, so Geoff went inside and sat down and looked through the glass into an empty room.

With nothing to watch he found himself wishing he’d gone with her, not because he needed a piss but because he would have liked to watch.

He’d seen her pissing a few times before, normally when she didn’t know or when she was tipsy.

Why did he think watching her piss was so exciting? He didn’t know the answer to the question, but it was exciting and as if to underline the fact he was getting a semi.

He never used to get aroused by such things, but since he had been with Polly everything turned him on.

 

Suddenly the door opened and Polly appeared, she closed the door behind her and slipped the bolt and as she walked towards him he noticed she was holding her knickers and tights in her hand,

“What did you take those off for?” he asked

“Why do you think?” she answered

“Did you pee on them?”
”No I didn’t pee on them,” she said indignantly as she sat down

“I took them off so we can have sex” she corrected him and then she kissed him and put her hand on his semi.

“God it doesn’t take much to get you going you does it?”

Polly said and unzipped his fly and yanked his cock out before she went down on him and sucked on him hard

When she came up for air he asked

“Remind me why we’re having sex in hear when we can do it upstairs in less than ten minutes”

“Because I’m horny now” she said wriggling out of her dress

“No self-control” he told her

“That’s rich” she retorted pulling off her sweater

“I was frigid until I met you”

“God I’ve created a monster,” he said sucking her tits while slipping two fingers into her and she was already syrupy so it didn’t take long until she shuddered and juddered at his fingering.

That did it for her, not only could she not wait until they got to the room for a good fuck but she couldn’t wait for extended foreplay either.

 

Geoff was sitting in the middle of the back row of seats virtually trouser-less and sporting a large erection still wet with her saliva as she stood up.

Polly was not a big unit but she was a tall girl and she was sidling between him and the seats in front like a cinema latecomer trying to get to her seat.

For some reason she wanted to be on the other side of him before they continued, he didn’t know nor understand her rationale and to be honest he didn’t really care.

But when she was at the zenith above his lap he caressed her gorgeous exposed buttocks and gripping her hips he pulled her downwards until her tight pussy enveloped him and she was squatting on his shaft.

Polly gripped the backrests of the seats in front as she rose and fell on him, rising to the very tip of him on the up stroke and using every inch of his shaft on the down and the wonderfully dirty noises echoed around the room.

But despite her obvious ecstasy she lost none of her rhythm and her stamina showed no signs of wavering as she rode him right up to the point his aching balls were fit to burst and as he gripped her bony hips she milked him dry.

She finally relaxed breathless onto his lap and leaned back against him.

“Now we can go to the room” she said

 

“I do love a girl in uniform” he thought to himself every time he saw a girl leave the costume department.

He was waiting in the corridor outside while Polly got kitted out.

They alternated who would dress up and they took it in turns to choose the outfits and Polly was the next to choose.

 

He couldn’t think of a better Christmas present than to bang the woman he loved in a variety of positions while she was wearing a costume or as Geoff preferred to think of them, uniforms.

He’d had her as a Doctor, Nurse, French Maid, Roman Slave Girl, Police Woman and a Schoolgirl.

The latter one he had done on numerous occasions and it never got old, and every time he thought to himself as he waited for outside the costume department.

He thought it was probably just a man thing but uniforms got Polly wet as well, and it wasn’t just her after all women go mad for a fireman, and Geoff had fucked Polly as a fireman, and a policeman.

So it wasn’t just Geoff or indeed men in general both of them thought uniforms were Phwoah, and sex in uniforms was ecstasy.

After all if it wasn’t a turn on the House of Fun wouldn’t have a costume department.

 

Sometimes it was Hobsons Choice for Polly due to her height, not that the costume department didn’t cater for various sizes it was just that if another tall skinny bird got there before her then she was out of luck.

She didn’t mind really she just liked dressing up and playing games.

The nature of the costume wasn’t that important whatever she wore would get him hard and her wet.

Polly emerged from the costume department wearing the dress uniform of The Downshire Light Infantry.

He thought she looked great in the tailored skirt and tunic, with shiny brass buttons and polished belt, peaked cap and seamed stockings.

But what made Polly even sexier, was that he knew how gorgeous she was beneath it.

“I really do like a bird in uniform” he thought to himself as he watched her walk towards him and out loud he said.

“Phwoah! Is all I’ve got to say”

“So where do you want to deploy me sir?” she asked and threw him a salute.

“Well Private I think we should do a recce for a suitable location which will suit your particular strengths”

“Yes sir” she said and saluted again

About five minutes later she suddenly turned left down an unfamiliar corridor.

“This way, it’s a short cut,” she said

“Is it?” he replied doubtfully “To where?”

“Trust me I’m a soldier” she said and marched off at pace and then pausing just long enough so he could see where she went, she opened a door and walked in.

When he got to her last known position, he found that it was the door to playroom 6, which was called “The Playground”.

“What the hell does that mean?” he asked himself, after all at the House of Fun it could mean anything.

He opened the door and tentatively stepped inside, smiled and said.

“So that’s what it means”

The room was actually a Playground, complete with seesaw, climbing frame, roundabout and of course swings, and that was where Polly was, playing on the swings.

 

Playroom 6 was actually a Playground, complete with seesaw, climbing frame, roundabout and of course swings, and that was where Polly was, playing on the swings.

“Oh very grown up” he said as she propelled herself with great aplomb.

Geoff just stood and watched her until she allowed her momentum to slow and then she leant back and with great athleticism swung her legs up and hooked her ankles around the chains like a trapeze artist.

This allowed her skirt to fall away from her thighs, much to his delight, so he walked towards her until he was positioned where he had the best view between her legs as she swung gently back and forth.

Although he had a tantalising view he brought her to a stop by grabbing her ankles and then ran his hands down the inside of her legs all the way down to her groin.

This met with murmurs of approval from Polly so he proceeded to find the waistband of her tights and yanked them off her cute arse along with her wet white knickers.

“My mum was right about blokes like you” she said, “I’m pleased to say”

Having tugged her tights and drawers up around her knees Geoff knelt on the ground with her moist hairy pussy before him, he pushed her skirt aside so he could properly appreciate her minge from an unfamiliar angle.

It was a most aesthetically pleasing view, of neatly trimmed bush and her soft moist lips and as his lips moved to touch hers he thought the flesh was the most sensuous his lips had ever tasted, but he thought that every time.

He gently pulled her lips apart with his thumbs and opened her like a flower and then he tongued the moist pink flesh inside and she moaned in a hot velvety purr, a sound she repeated as he continued to work on her with his tongue until her back arched and the divine velvet purr turned into a course gravelly growl.   

He lifted his head from her juicy lips and thought it an appropriate moment to release his throbbing cock from its confines.

Polly growled again as he slipped his purple helmet between her syrupy lips and as soon as he was completely immersed in her hot juicy minge he used the swing to slide her on and off of his cock extracting dirty whorish moans with each penetration.

As she reached the abyss, the chains were rattling and the mechanism squeaking before Polly let out a long loud, sensual, erotic and downright dirty moan as her back ached and he jerked and spasm’d inside her.

After a minute or two of relishing the moment he withdrew from her cunny and stowed the sticky beast.

As Polly raised herself up her fanny farted and they both laughed then she unfurled her legs from the chains.

She sat up straight and wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him.

“Well that will do to be going on with,” she said

“Perhaps I could give you another instalment in the barracks tonight” he suggested

“That sounds really dirty” she replied “I can’t wait”

“Cool” Geoff said

Polly kissed him again and then she stood up and pulled up her knickers and tights and when she had finished rearranging her underclothes she said

“Private Russell ready for action sir”

“Right soldier I need you upstairs double quick time” Geoff ordered

“Yes sir” she replied coming to attention

“But I need to report to the Quartermaster stores first”   

“Why?”

“I need to change out of my dress uniform sir” she retorted

“But I love you in that uniform” he whispered

“And you’ll love me in the next one” she quietly replied

“Ok private report to the Quartermaster and draw your battledress” he barked “and report back to me on the double”

“Yes sir” she replied and marched out.

Geoff followed her out into the corridor and watched her march back to the costume department and he said to himself

“God I love my girl in a uniform”

He thought as they were walking back to the Costume Department, he didn’t care if it was or wasn’t a man thing but he knew it was a Geoff thing and it was a Polly thing because he’d heard her go on about fireman a lot and generally had a wistful look in her eye when doing so.

But what he knew for certain sure was when Polly Russell was dressed in a uniform she was Phwoah.

 

He waited with nervous anticipation in the hall wondering what

Polly had in store for him next and he could feel the first tingles of arousal at the prospect of unwrapping her, when she suddenly appeared and Polly’s uniform was well, as uniforms go not the sexiest, it wasn’t the tailored skirt and tunic, with shiny brass buttons and polished belt, peaked cap and seamed stockings.

It was yomping boots, combat trousers, battle dress jacket, and beret, although he was still hoping for khaki knickers.

But he thought a uniform is a uniform and at the end of the day it was Polly inside it.

“Come on then soldier back to HQ” he ordered

“Yes sir” she replied

 

When they got to their room he opened the door and let Polly inside and as soon as they got inside she bent down and began unlacing her boots.

He sat on the end of the bed and looked at her and said

“Don’t stop there private”

“Sir” she said and moved to remove her beret.

“No! That stays” he barked

“Yes sir” she complied and removed her belt instead, followed by her battledress and combat trousers.

“That will do for now” he said after she removed her socks and she stood in front of him wearing only a Khaki vest, matching boxer shorts and dog tags around her neck and of course her beret.

Geoff was very aroused and as he looked at Polly he could see that she was too, under her vest her nipples stood proud on her unfettered breasts and there was a growing damp patch on the crotch of her boxers.

Polly was also fidgety, constantly transferring her weight from one foot to the other. 

“Are you ready to go on manoeuvres?” he asked

“Yes sir” she barked “I’m ready sir”

“Then we’d better not waste any more time then” he said and she walked towards him and they kissed.

 

Her body was lithe, and firm in his arms and his arousal grew

“Where do want me sir?” the dirty soldier asked and threw a salute

“I think I want you on the bed soldier” he replied “on the double”

And she turned on her heels jumped onto the bed and he stood up and quickly discarded his clothes and when he was wearing only one sock and his pants Polly was stood on the bed facing him and pulled the vest off over her head and he smiled as her breasts rearranged themselves before his eyes.

“I’m not sure if this is acceptable behaviour under Queens Regulations” she said as he removed his errant sock

“This could be a Court Martial offence”

“I am willing to take that risk” he said as he dropped his pants

“I’m not sure if I am” she responded and jumped off the bed but never stopped looking at his erection

Geoff’s pants were around his ankles and he lifted one foot out of the leg and kicked them at her face, Poppy threw out a hand to catch them and in that split second of distraction he closed the distance between them and manhandled her on to the bed.

“That’s dirty fighting” she yelped as he got her on her back and pinned her there.

“Well GI Jane what are you going to do now?” he asked holding her immobilized on the bed

“I’m going to let you fuck me,” she said and he kissed her and her tongue was in his mouth in an instant darting in and out as his hand released its grip on her wrist and instead grasped one of her firm breasts.

Her arms were around him then, her hands caressing his torso as he played with her nipple.

He stopped kissing her and she licked her lips and he began kissing his way down her skin from her neck to her pink proud nipple.

Geoff licked her areola before taking the teat between his lips and sucking on it noisily.

Polly wriggled beneath him and murmured contentedly as he suckled and her chest was rising and falling as her heart pounded in his ear.

With a slurp he released her swollen misshapen nipple and his lips began their journey south, kissing along the rim of her rib cage and down across her belly, and gave a flick of his tongue in her belly button and she squirmed.

He was knelt on the floor between her legs looking up at her, Polly’s head turned was to one side, mouth open, eyes closed, and her tongue constantly licking her lips in anticipation.   

Geoff reached up his hands to her belly and slipping his fingers between the waistband of her boxers and her quivering flesh and he tugged them gently over her hips and off her firm round buttocks and slowly down her thighs towards her knees and then they slipped easily passed her ankles.

 

Polly was naked and stretched out before him, if she was at all self-conscious she didn’t show it.

She just squirmed a little and continued licking her lips, and he was about to do the same.

He pushed her knees slightly apart and leant forward and starting where he had left off he kissed his way down from her navel to her silky belly and then to her hairy mound.

Polly spread her thighs invitingly and there was her perfect moist pussy and moist luscious lips and as his lips moved to touch hers they opened like a piece of ripe fruit he opened her with his tongue and she moaned in a hot velvety purr, a sound repeated often as he worked on her wet pussy with his tongue until her back arched, her fanny farted and the velvet purr became a gravelly growl.   

Polly sat up and lifting his head from her juicy lips she kissed him and her spare hand began tugging on his cock.

As she kissed him he pushed her thighs wide open and let her guide his purple head between her moist lips and as soon as he could feel her syrupy juice around the head of his cock he thrust his pelvis forward and he was in her.

She stopped kissing him and let out the dirtiest whorish moan he’d ever heard, and he hoped it wouldn’t be the last.

Polly wrapped her arms around his neck, and her face was pressed against his and he could feel every moan that came from her as well as hearing it, he thought that was incredibly sensual, dirty and pure at the same moment.

Polly’s thighs squeezed his hips in response to every thrust, but the soldier was tiring and she released her grip from around his neck and fell backward onto the bed, her thighs still gripped on to him however and now her legs wrapped around his arse.

Polly’s head was rolling back and forth and she was moaning almost continually, her hands had grasped handfuls of duvet as she writhed and wriggled before him and he was close, so very close, he slid his hands along her soft skin and cupped her full round breasts as he rushed headlong to the point of ecstasy, and then with one final nerve tingling thrust, Polly arched her back and growled out in climax as he jerked, spasm’d and spaffed.

“Booyah” he barked to the naked panting creature before him and Polly laughed between the panting and her pussy muscles jiggled his cock, which made him laugh.

 

In the afterglow on that December afternoon they cuddled under the duvet very snug and smug.

“Can I stay in your quarter’s tonight sir?” She asked

“Of course private” he replied and kissed her head

“So I should think” she said and they fell asleep but awoke two hours later refreshed and horny.

 

The morning after their very memorable military manoeuvers they were sitting in their room wearing only bathrobes eating their room service scrambled eggs on toast and drinking coffee.

After they’d finished eating he cleared the plates away and put the tray outside the door while Polly sat finishing her coffee.

As he walked back to where she was sitting she said

“Thanks for letting me stay last night sir” 

“My pleasure private” he replied and leant over and kissed her head,

“Mine as well” she said looking up at him and smiling as she undid the belt on his robe.

Polly reached inside and she began gently tugging on him before he felt delicate soft kisses on his sensitive knob as her tongue flicked around his helmet in quick feather light licks.

All at once in one smooth slurping instant he was in her mouth and

Geoff looked down to see her head rising and falling on his cock as she went down on him.

he could feel Polly’s fingers still caressing his shaft gently and
he looked down just as his glistening wet knob reappeared accompanied by a sucking sound, she looked up and smiled lustfully before she devoured him again with her hot mouth,

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

Geoff was caressing the back of her head and he was fast approaching the point of no return so he pulled out of her mouth to the sound of lip smacking and slurping.

“I think we need to redeploy this little soldier,” he said looking down at his saliva soaked cock.

“Yes sir” Polly said standing to attention and throwing an exaggerated salute before crawling on the bed and knelt with her pussy on display and ready for mounting.

 

After he had pounded her pussy from behind on the bed to yet another toe curling orgasm they had a nice relaxing bath together to recharge the batteries for later.

Most of the morning had gone by the time they were dressed so they decided on an early lunch to take on fuel for their next session before taking the uniform back, complete with heavily soiled boxers, to the costume department.

 

Strictly speaking it was Geoff’s turn to choose the costumes for the next game but as Polly had performed so exquisitely well as part the armed forces Geoff thought she deserved a reward and let her choose again and even chose a costume for him.

Polly kissed him passionately when he told her but in the end Polly thought he deserved a prize for making her cum so many times so she dressed as a schoolgirl, complete with navy blue knickers and pigtails and to reward herself she chose the Santa suit for him.

Being fucked by Father Christmas was a fantasy she’d had since she was a girl.

When Santa arrived at the end of her bed she planned for him to empty his sack in her.