Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (29) Unwanted Attention

 

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

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

Saunas also still featured in the new regime; they were just much steamier than before, in fact everything at the House of Fun was steamier.

 

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

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

 

But it wasn’t just the staff and their deviant clientele who benefitted from the House of Funs success, there were also the local workforce and the businesses in the supply chain.

One such company was O’Sullivan and Springthorpe Auctioneers, who supplied the House of Fun with furnishings, props, and some of the more exotic items in the suites and playrooms.

Joe Brindle and Jan Moody worked for the Auctioneers, Joe in Shallowfield and Jan in Purplemere, and they were both regular visitors to Pangmere to make deliveries, sometimes together and sometimes alone, Joe preferred it when she wasn’t there as she’d been trying to get in his trousers for two years, although he’d always resisted her advances because he was happily married to Elaine and she gave him all the sex he could ever want, which was just as well as his deliveries to the house of sin always left him horny.

 

All in all he thought Jan was a really annoying woman even though she did have a nice bod and fabulous tits, but his resistance was finally broken one summer night when he had been over to the Purplemere office to help with a stock check.

Everyone had to work quite late and it was after ten by the time he left and he thought he had escaped her clutches as she left ten minutes before him, but he had hardly driven half a mile before his mobile rang and it was Jan.

“What is it Jan?” he said sharply

“I’m a damsel in distress” she replied

“What’s wrong?” he asked indifferently

“I’ve broken down” she replied “On the Express Way”

He knew it was a ruse but his wife Elaine was at her sisters and he was horny as hell as he had spent some time in the voyeur rooms at House of Fun earlier in the day and he couldn’t get the image out of his head, so he weakened and agreed to help her.

 

She was parked in in a layby beside the Finchbottom Express Way, the only layby on the entire stretch that offered any privacy as there was a stand of trees shielding it from the road on one side and a shrubby copse separating it from fields beyond, on the other.

“That’s convenient” he thought to himself as he pulled up behind her and got out

“Thanks for coming” she said “you’re my hero”

“What’s the problem?” he said side stepping her flannel and looking inside the open bonnet

“Will the engine start?”

“I don’t know” she replied “But my motors running hot”

When he turned to look at her, she was standing beside the driver’s door completely naked and he’d always thought that she had a tidy figure and fit tits but as she stood there naked in the moonlight she looked gorgeous and any lingering doubts about whether he should wet his balls with her went out of his head as the blood rushed to his cock.

He closed the bonnet as there was, as he suspected, nothing wrong with the car and walked towards her and kissed her.

“Squeeze my tits” she ordered between kisses

“She’s one of those” he thought, “a giver of commands, but he roughly groped her tits anyway, they were beauties after all.

They continued to kiss while he squeezed and kneaded her tits as then he decided to head south and slip her a finger.  

She was very moist, and he was looking forward to frigging her and then it began.

“Oh yes rub me Joe” she ordered “Rub me hard”

“Yes, touch me there”

“Oooh do that”

“Oooh do this”

It went on for a while and her constant instructions were really pissing him off, and then after his fingering made her cum, she moaned

“Kiss my pussy”

“Lick my pussy Joe”

“I don’t think so” he snapped and span her round until she was facing the car

“I don’t like being told what to do or when to do it”

And he bent her over the bonnet and banged into her.

“Oh God” she moaned as he fucked her hard.

Banging her harder and harder until his belly was slapping her arse and hers was slapping on the bonnet.

He wasn’t interested in satisfying her he just wanted to fuck her until he shot his load and go home, and when he was on the very precipice of ejaculation he pulled out of her slobbering cunny and spaffed his seed all over her buttocks.

 

He was panting quite hard as he redressed himself and he smiled as he noticed his cum dripping off her cheeks and dribbling down her thighs.

“Good night Jan” he said and got back in his car and drove home.

 

As he drove across the Finchbottom Vale he felt a bit guilty, mainly because he’d been unfaithful to his wife, and he’d never done that before, but also for the way he left Jan sprawled over the bonnet of her car with her rear end covered in cum.

But as he drove into Shallowfield he got a text

“Let’s do that again”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (077) The Second Adventure

 

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

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

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

“A challenge” he replied but she was not impressed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And a very adventurous sexual episode followed with Sara hanging off the bunk while he fucked her hard.

 

After that first surrender to adventure Sara felt alive and tingling all over and was keen to try some more while Gary was just intent on enjoying it while it lasted.

As it was a beautiful day Gary suggested some alfresco fun out in the woods but Sara was reluctant because of the large number of campers and the sparse cover around the camp site so later that morning they took a drive over to the Dancingdean Forest.

 

They parked up and then walked along a well-worn trail for about half an hour and then Gary led them off-piste into the more heavily forested wood.

And a half an hour later they came to a small rocky clearing and then they sat down and had a drink.

“Another half an hour” he said, “and we should be alright”

“I like it here” she said and kissed him an opened mouthed, darting tongue, stirring the loin’s type of kiss.

“I think we need to go a bit further into the woods” he said breaking away from her embrace.

“No” she snapped and reengaged her mouth while settling her hand on his lap, which duly swelled in response.

He broke away again and insisted urgently

“We really do need to go further under cover”       

“No” she said again and began to unzip his fly.

 

Gary and Sarah sat in a clearing kissing, but fearful of discovery he broke away from her again and insisted urgently

“We really need to go further under cover”  

“No” she said again and began to unzip his fly.

“But” he interjected but she reengaged with his mouth again to stop him talking while she deftly removed his cock and provocatively stroked his shaft.

After a moment or two of her delicious attentions she stopped kissing his mouth and stooped down and kissed his bell before taking his cock in her mouth.

“God she really has embraced the adventure” he thought to himself

“I really think we should …” he began but in truth it was futile once her lips had encircled his shaft he knew they weren’t going anywhere.

“Oh Sara” was all he could manage while she sucked on him then there was a smacking of lips and a slurp before she raised her head and gave him a slutty leer which said

“Now you can fuck me you dirty bastard”

The problem was where, they were in a clearing and although deserted they couldn’t trust to luck that they wouldn’t be discovered in flagrante delicto.

However while he was dithering about trying to think of a safe place to take her the new adventurous decisively dirty Sara took control of the situation, when she took hold of his cock and led him, like a bull by the nose, behind a tree. 

Once they were safely out of sight she let go of his tool and quickly undid her jeans and when they were residing just above her knees accompanied by her pink lacy knickers she leant against the tree with her arse pointed provocatively at him her pale cheeks quivering in the dappled sunlight.

With a quick check over his shoulder to see the coast was clear he dropped his pants and trousers and inched up behind her.

Gary got in close and his cock slipped in between her thighs until he could feel the course hairs of her bush brushing against the end of his erection and with no time for finesse he just groped inside her jacket and un-cupped her breasts while she rubbed her moist lips along his shaft and once he had her plump breasts in hand he moved backwards slightly, bent his knees and thrust purposely upwards into the heat of her.

“Nice” Sara said as he slipped into her and as he gave her more of the same she had to stand on tiptoes on the zenith of each upstroke.

It was a frenetic affair, noisy and raw and by the time they reached the peak they were both panting hard and Sara barely had enough breath to scream when she came and all he could manage was a grunt.

Sweating and panting, they stayed joined in their lustful pose for a few moments and then he withdrew and quickly redressed while a panting Sara stood hugging the tree and after he finished he slapped Sara’s quivering buttock.

“Oh God I love adventure” she said

Choice Tales from the Vale – (076) A Vision of Pulchritude

 

Sweet Isabel walked in to the party with a delicate air and she entered his life like a breath of spring, enlivening him and her sweet refreshing presence altered everything in his world for ever.

Heads turned to watch the maiden, a vision of pulchritude, as she moved like liquid lust, but she had eyes for him and him alone.

She was lithe limbed, gracile and coquettish in the extreme and had but one desire which was to win his heart and soul because Isabel was hopelessly in love with him.

But until that day she had been invisible to him, just another college girl on campus, but for her he was her universe and every night he was in her head as her fingers were in her.

That day she was not invisible, that day he could see her and his balls ached for her, but he wasn’t going to get her, not that day.

She didn’t want to be just another conquest for a college boy, she wanted him but she would deny herself the pleasure of him until he wanted her more.

Dressed as she was in a figure hugging dress which left nothing to the imagination, she would win his love with his lust.

She had his attention now and with him hooked she would lead him like a bull by the nose until she was certain she had his heart, his soul  and his love as certain sure as she could have had his cock right there and then.

Only when he professed his love to her and she was sure of his sincerity would she surrender her virginity to him.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (289) New Year’s Daisy

 

The New Year was just around the corner for the inhabitants of Highfinch, which nestled on the edge of the Pepperstock Hills where the Lily Green Hollows Golf Club separated the village from the Hamlet of Lily Green, which made up the parish of St Martins Church and between Lily Green and the sleepy hamlet of Kingfisherbridge was where Peter Addison lived with his wife Pippa.

She worked at the Golf Club as bar manager and although the Addison’s generally enjoyed New Year’s Eve and they would have much preferred to have spent the evening together but as there was a big do on that night, working at the club was a very good earner and as manager she could easily earn four times what she would normally expect on the night of a function, so she choose to work.

With her wages for the night and her share of the tips she would earn enough to put a decent amount towards the holiday they were planning.

For Peter’s part he had New Year’s Eve off but he was working a double shift the next day caddying for the well-heeled golfers.

 

So they had a meal together and then he drove her to work kissed her and headed towards home.

Peter really loved Pippa in fact he was very much in love with her and their sex life was outstandingly good, but that alas wasn’t enough for him so he fished his phone from his pocket and selected a number.

“Hi Daisy, do you want to come out and play?”

 

Daisy was Pippa’s cousin, who Peter to considered to have been endowed with the perfect trifecta of qualities, a stellar body, low morals and an insatiable appetite.

So there was no way he was going to be settling down to a quite evening on his own.

He couldn’t have a drink because he was driving to the club to pick Pippa up in the early hours but he didn’t need intoxicants when Daisy was in the house and he was in her and he had enjoyed her tidy bod twice, once either side of Big Ben striking 12, the second time draped over the back of the leather sofa.

 

It was one thirty on New Year’s morning when he drove Daisy home after their wonderful New Year’s Eve entertainments.

After kissing an exhausted Daisy goodnight and dropping her outside her house he drove to the Club to pick Pippa up from work and she was also exhausted but for totally different reasons and she went straight to bed when they got home.

Peter decided to tidy up in the lounge before he joined her and it’s a good job that he did, as the back of the sofa was very sticky from Daisy’s secretions, and there were more glasses in circulation than was to be reasonable expected for someone who spent the evening alone and Daisy’s moist knickers were still on the floor.

Peter washed up the glasses, took a damp cloth to Daisy’s sticky deposits and stuffed her panties in his jacket pocket.

“New Year, Old me” he mused before he joined Pippa in bed.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (354) New Year’s Day

 

Pepperstock Hills National Park stretched from the bare, and often barren crags of Oxley Ridge in the North to the dense wooded southern slopes on the fringe of the Finchbottom Vale and from Quarry Hill, and the Pits in the West to Pepperstock Bay in the East.

It is an area of stark contrasts and attracted a variety of visitors.

The quarry hill side of the park to the west, as the name suggests, was heavily Quarried over several hundred years, though more extensively during the industrial revolution, the Quarries had been un-worked for over fifty years and nature had reclaimed them and former pits had become lakes and were very popular with anglers and the sparse shrubbery and woodland made it popular spot with courting couples whereas the northern crags and fells were popular with climbers and more hardy folk it was also where the village of Springwater was to be found, which was where owner and manager of the Black Swan Hotel, Greg Monroe lived.

It was on a bitter cold New Years Day and Greg was tucked up cosily in bed in his cottage when he was disturbed by a knock at the door.

He put on his dressing gown and opened the door to find his girlfriend Jane standing there, and he was surprised to see her there, as he hadn’t expected her until around lunchtime as she was driving up from Willow.

“Hello…” he began but before he could say more she had pushed him inside and closed the door behind her, discarded her coat, hat and gloves and then she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him and the moment their lips met she redeployed her hands to make inroads into his dressing gown and immediately made contact with his swelling cock.

Greg decided under the circumstances not to enquire why she was early until later, and used one of his hands to unzipped the back of her dress while the other one was on her shoulder and instantly pulled the sleeve of her dress down her arm, Jane obligingly slipped her arm out, and as the fabric fell away he was able to see her formidable breasts encased behind black lace, then he repeated the operation with the other sleeve and the dress fell away to the floor and she used her tiny feet to kick it away.

Greg glanced in the mirror and could see the reflection of her cute little arse as she stood before him in just her underclothes, tights, and ankle boots.

He unhooked her bra, but he didn’t wait to discard the garment, his hands moved straight to the prizes and cupped them and toyed with her stiffening nipples.

Their mouths disengaged briefly, and she took the opportunity to wriggle free from her harness, and then they kissed again as he slid his hands down inside her tights and knickers to fondle the flesh of her cute plump cheeks.

It took little or no effort to roll her tights down her buttocks to the top of her thighs, and then he picked her up and in one fluid motion turned and carried her upstairs and threw her onto the bed, she gave a little scream as she landed on the bed followed by a fruity chuckle when he grabbed her ankles, slipped off her boots and began peeling her tights from her legs.

When she was naked he gave her a thorough appraisal, as he slipped out of his dressing gown, and her eyes were fixed on his huge erection, while his eyes hungrily consuming every inch of her, from the stiffened nipples on her plump tits via her flat stomach to her gloriously black bush.

He dropped to his knees and began kissing his way up her thigh to his goal.

As he proceeded upward along her thigh, he could smell her pungent scent, a wonderful mix of femininity, arousal and lust, and the heady fragrance spurred him on.

He looked up briefly and saw Jane laying there with her eyes closed, biting her lip and as she opened wide for him, he buried his face in the inviting moistness of her gash.

 

Once he had satisfied both Jane and his animal appetite, he began kissing his way up her young body, her primeval fragrance all around his mouth, stopping when he reached her breasts where he sucked on her stiffened teats while he fingered her heat with two fingers, and Jane moaned deliciously as he frigged her, and she barked like a seal as she came, and he raised his head from his task to revel in her extraordinary exclamation.

Leaving her misshapen nipples wet with his saliva. he put his hand behind her neck and lifted her head up towards him, so he could kiss her.

Despite his face still being wet with her pungent juices she responded urgently to his kiss, her tongue darting energetically in and out of his mouth.

Taking her by surprise he pushed her onto her back again and she looked up at him wickedly.

Greg was still kneeling on the floor and with her lying stretched out before him, with one hand grasping a handful of duvet and the other playing with her swollen nipple.

She spread her legs wide and the juicy target was at the perfect height to receive him and she sucked in air through her teeth as his huge cock penetrated her, and Jane’s skinny legs wrapped around him.

LANDSCAPE OF PLEASURE

 

My hands glide over her curves

And contours in a sensual exploration

Of the silken landscape

Her flesh tingles at my touch

Breathe starting to pant

Her nipples swell in arousal

Standing in sharp relief

I feel the glow of passion swell in me

And with nimble fingers

I explore her seat of musk

Then like a bee would visit a dewy rose

I sip nectar from her moist blossom

Drinking deeply of her labial delights

Before entering her portal of ecstasy

Choice Tales from the Vale – (353) New Year’s Eve

 

It was New Years Eve and Alex Monroe and Clarissa St Claire were staying at the Worsted Viper Hotel in Purplemere where they were attending a Hogmanay party.

The first thing Clarissa wanted to do when they arrived was test the bed springs, which she did, in a very accomplished manner after which they indulged themselves by using all the Hotel facilities, until she wanted to test the bed again.

 

Alex Monroe was standing in front of the Mirror in their hotel room making final adjustments to his highland regalia, as Clarissa emerged from the bathroom wearing a green evening dress.

“Wow” he said “You look stunning”

“Wow yourself” she retorted “I hope you’re pantless under that kilt again”

“Of course,” he said, and she picked up her clutch bag

“Good to know, now let’s go”

“Clarissa! I want to ask you something” he said

“Well ask me on the way” she said and opened the door and before he had chance to object, she was gone and by the time he caught up with her she was stepping into the lift.

“Clarissa!” he called

“Come on I’m hungry” she said and pressed the lobby button “Ravenous in fact”

“I always get ravenous when I’ve been ravished” she added and chuckled

“Clarissa, I want to ask you something” he said and pressed the stop button

“No, you can’t have a blowjob,” she snapped

“Or a tit wank, not even a hand job”

“That’s very disappointing to hear but that’s not what I wanted to ask” he corrected her

“What then? What perversion haven’t I listed?” Clarissa asked

“Clarissa St Claire, will you please shut up while I’m trying to ask you to marry me” he barked

“What?” Clarissa exclaimed

“Will you marry me?” he asked, and she looked at him open mouthed and he began to think it was too soon, she wasn’t ready for marriage.

“Damn, too soon, to soon” he chastised himself silently, and then she threw her arms around his neck and screamed

“Yes, Yes, and Yes”

“I have something for you in my sporran” he said and fished inside for the cheap little gold ring he’d bought in Purplemere just for the occasion and gave it to her

“This is just a symbol” he said, “We need to buy your ring together”

“I’ll keep it forever” she said and kissed him, but it wasn’t just a kiss of affection or a kiss of gratitude, this was a kiss of a wholly different kind, this was an opened mouthed, darting tongue, stirring the loin’s type of kiss.

“Now I’m more interested in what you have under your kilt than in your sporran” she said

“Then I think we need to get you back to the room,” he retorted, breaking away from her embrace.

“No” she snapped and reengaged her mouth while settling her hand beneath his sporran, and his manhood swelled in response, but he broke away again and insisted urgently

“We really need to go”        

“No” she retorted again and began to lift up his kilt.

“But” he interjected but she reengaged with his mouth again to stop him talking while she deftly reached under the kilt for his cock and provocatively stroked his shaft.

After a moment or two of her delicious attentions she stopped kissing his mouth and stooped down and kissed his knob before taking his cock in her mouth.

“I really think we should …” he began, but in truth it was futile once her lips had encircled his shaft, he knew they weren’t going anywhere.

“Oh Clarissa” was all he could manage while she sucked on him then there was a smacking of lips and a slurp before she raised her head and gave him that familiar leer which said

“Now you can fuck me”

The problem was how, the where was obvious as they were in the lift, and it was a fairly safe bet that they wouldn’t be discovered in flagrante delicto.

However while he was dithering about trying to think how to give her what she wanted, the new decisively dirty Clarissa took control of the situation, when she turned her back on him and hiked up her evening dress until it was gathered around her waist, then she leant against the wall with her naked arse pointed provocatively at him, her pale cheeks quivering in the bright elevator lights.

So, he lifted his kilt and inched up behind her and he got in close 

and bending his knees slightly he thrust purposely upwards into her hot pussy.

“Nice” she said as he slipped into her.

As he gave her more of the same, she had to stand on tiptoes on the zenith of each upstroke.

It was a frenetic affair, noisy and raw and by the time they reached the peak they were both panting hard and Clarissa barely had enough breath to scream when she came and all he could manage was a grunt as he shot his load.

Alex withdrew and quickly rearranged his highland dress while a panting Clarissa stood motionless insitu and he slapped her quivering white buttock.

“Does this mean were engaged” he asked

 

After their engagement party in the lift, Clarissa made herself respectable, and repaired her makeup.

They decided that it might be imprudent to proceed to the lobby once they started the lift again, so they went up a floor and walked down the stairs and celebrated the New Year in style.