Choice Tales from the Vale – (080) Their First Holiday

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

And Samantha drew a line under the difficulties when she said

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

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

 

As part of “making a world of their own” they decided to plan a holiday together.

Obviously there were certain stipulations, they had to go somewhere they were unlikely to run into any of their friends and ideally it had to be somewhere or something they had never been or done before and Bob left it to Sam to make the arrangements and Samantha gave him no indication of what she had planned, where they were going or what they were doing but Bob didn’t mind in the slightest as long as he was with her.

 

Samantha gave him no indication of what she had planned for their holiday, where they were going or what they were doing but Bob didn’t mind in the slightest as long as he was with her.

 

It was a pleasant morning as Bob King stood waiting on the terrace for Samantha to arrive and he looked at the sky and hoped it would stay fine.

It was warmer than it had been over the previous week, with the skies a mainly blue expanse broken only by the occasional passing cloud of fluffy white.

Which was when she appeared in typical Samantha style on time to the minute and was looking as lovely as the weather, and immaculately turned out as usual.

She was wearing a large peaked white cap with her blonde hair scraped into a ponytail sticking out the back.

The rest of her outfit was all matching, predominately white with jade trim, Polo shirt, short flared skirt and ankle socks.

Her ensemble was then finished off with white pumps and he couldn’t help wondering whether her knickers and bra were white or jade or a combination of the two.

“Bob darling” she said as she launched herself at him for a kiss.

“I’m a bit excited”

“Good I like it when you’re excited” he said and she gave him a look

“You look really gorgeous”

“I look gorgeous do I?” she said and kissed him

“God yes” he replied

“That’s just code for you want to know what colour underwear I’m wearing” she said smugly

Samantha opened the boot so he could throw his bag in and as she rearranged the boot to accommodate it he got a lingering look up her skirt and noticed she was wearing jade green knickers and he gave her a playful slap.

“You can stop that Bob” she chastised “you can spank me when we get there”

“Well the sooner we get going then the sooner I’ll have these green drawers round your ankles” he retorted, pinging the elastic of her knickers.

“Get in the car” she snapped

“Do I have your attention now?” he asked

“Just get in the car,” she ordered and smiled, so he did what she said and got in the car and buckled up tight as he knew it was going to be a white-knuckle ride.

Samantha raced out of the car park and headed off away from the village and they sped off into the country racing along narrow lanes that he was unfamiliar with and they drove for about 45 nerve-jangling minutes until she suddenly turned off into a little car park by the river and came sharply to a halt.

“We have arrived,” she said

“Where are we?” he asked genuinely not knowing where the hell they were.

“Come on” she instructed and got out the car and opened the boot.

“But where are we?” he asked again

“Shut up and grab the bags” she retorted, and again he did as he was told but they only went about 20 yards along the riverbank before she climbed aboard a narrow boat.

“Hey what are you doing?” he said alarmed looking around to see if anyone was looking.

“Don’t panic” Samantha said mockingly as she picked up a plant pot and recovered a key that was hidden underneath it.

“This is our boat, come on” she said brandishing the key like a trophy.

“Oh, ok” he said and climbed aboard.

By the time he’d climbed down the companionway and closed the hatch behind him Samantha already had her skirt off and was pulling her polo off over her head.

She threw the polo onto the floor and stood in the middle of the cabin wearing her jade green bra, matching pants and ankle socks.

“Your turn” she said 

“No problem” he said and a minute later he was stripped down to his socks.

Samantha had slipped her hand down the front of her lacy green pants while he was stripping and when he was naked he grabbed his cock and tugged on it as he walked towards her.

“Now Miss Barraclough I seem to remember some mention of a spanking,” he said

“Yes” she said “me too” and turned her back on him before slipping her drawers down and bending over the folding table.

Samantha had a beautiful bum and when he playfully slapped her it produced a delightful quiver of her buttock.

“Oh Bob” she said softly “Again”

He obliged her by alternating his handiwork distributing his strokes evenly across her cheeks and she continued to make appreciative noises but his attention was drawn away from her quivering buttocks to her moist lips.

“I think I want to play with this now” he said as his fingers entered her damp crease.

“Mm” she responded and he continued fingering her and she moaned rhythmically to his touch and the tone of her moaning was as syrupy as she was, made all the sweeter by her cultured tones.

Brought to climax and it was time for him to enter her and she let out the loudest moan of pleasure as he did, her velvet juices immersing him like warm honey and she moaned audibly with pleasure.

Comfortable inside her he reached up and unceremoniously scooped up the front of her bra to release her plump breasts, which he greedily enjoyed.

Her cultured moans gave way to more gravelly tones as the rhythm increased and then her body shuddered in orgasm as they got their holiday started with a bang.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (079) A Rude Awakening

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

Gary awoke early in the darkness to the sound of the Beach Boys emanating from the clock radio, he could just make out in the half light a long bony finger reaching out and silencing it.

Then he thought “I don’t have a clock radio” so he tried to figure out whose bed he was in and more importantly who the owner of the long bony finger was.

He tried desperately to identify some point of reference in the room, the problem is that the brain processes what you can see and then fills in the blanks with things from your memory bank, for example, a carelessly discarded dressing gown can appear to be a sleeping dog or a sweater dropped haphazardly becomes a sleeping child.

The problem for Gary was that he had been in a lot of bedrooms in his time, but then a head emerged from beneath the duvet and Michelle kissed him on the chest and it all came flooding back to him.

 

Michelle Singer was the niece of Sarah Busby, one of his employees.

She had been sent by her mother to stay with her aunt to keep her out of trouble.

But after a chance meeting while her aunt was out of the house she had become another notch in his not inconsiderably carved bedpost.

And further to that she had become a regular port of call on Aunt Sarah’s bingo night, which was the previous night.

When Michelle had been particularly energetic and rode him like a Derby winner and when they crossed the finish line she collapsed on top of him in an orgasmic heap and then they both fell asleep and the next morning she was still draped across him breathing peacefully.

Michelle looked up at him and smiled and suddenly the penny finally dropped and she gave him a shocked wide eyed look as she realised that they were still in her bed together and her Aunt was in the next room.

“What do we do now?” Gary whispered “Will she come in?”

“No” she replied “she never does”

“Then you keep watch and I’ll sneak down stairs when it’s clear” he suggested

“No, wait until she goes in the shower” Michelle said

“Ok” he acquiesced and then doubtless spurred on by the element of danger and with its usual bad sense of timing his cock went hard, very hard.

“Not now” he thought to himself

Just then they heard Sarah’s bedroom door open and they both held their breath and then another door opened.

“She’s in the bathroom” Michelle said “you need to go”

Gary slipped out of bed and picked up his shirt and was just pulling it on over his head when he felt a moist warmth spreading slowly along his shaft until it engulfed him.
Gary looked down to see Michelle sitting on the edge of the bed with his cock deep in her mouth
“That isn’t helping” he said

But Michelle just looked at him like a naughty schoolgirl and carried on her task with relish.

She continued until he was fast nearing the threshold and gave him one slow lingering suck and looked up at him with a broad toothy smile before turning to kneel on the bed with her skinny round arse in the air with everything he wanted on display and ready to receive him, but with her head and shoulders under the duvet in an effort to suppress her vociferous enjoyment of what was to come.

Standing proud behind her pouting lips and poised for entry he reached across and picked up the top pillow and lay it beside her

“I think you might need that as well” he said and a skinny black arm shot out and dragged the pillow beneath the duvet.

Although In truth he wasn’t sure that would be enough either she was a very noisy partner which was evident the moment he penetrated her.

Although they were regular partners, that mornings coupling was made all the more exciting because of the risk of being discovered.

The danger element certainly made them both exceptionally horny plus Michelle was relishing a final taste of their carnal embraces for a while as she was going back to her mums for a few weeks.

Gary could clearly hear her moaning beneath the duvet and he just hoped Aunt Sarah couldn’t.

 

As Michelle got closer to her finale she tried to wriggle deeper under cover to supress her final orgasmic scream which arrived right on cue as with his final spearing thrust he exploded in her.

He stood behind her with his hands resting on her hips savouring the moment, and he stroked her perfect smooth brown buttocks absentmindedly committing every moment of that spine tingling encounter to his memory.

Reluctantly he withdrew, kissed the small of her back and slapped her buttock playfully.

“I need to get out of here” he said and began to get dressed while Michelle was still purring, most of her still out of sight as he slipped on his shoes.

Gary threw back the covers and she rolled onto her back and she smiled broadly at him and simultaneously spread her legs wide and the horny tableaux shouted out “fuck me again”

“No time for that now” he said “not that I don’t want to every bit as much as you do”

Michelle just lay there legs akimbo looking totally unconvinced.

“Sarah will be out of the shower any minute now” he entreated

“Oh god” she said with alarm “I forgot about Aunty”

And the wide eyed look of panic was back on her face and she leapt out of bed

“Oh god, oh god” she repeated and paced up and down, “what can we do”

Gary, being no stranger to that type of predicament, grasped her firmly by the shoulders and looked into her eyes

“Well as gorgeous as your body is” he said appraising every inch of her “putting something on would be a start”

She looked down at herself and jumped in surprise at what she saw, she grabbed her dressing gown off the back of the door and put it on and giggled.

“Now go and see where she is” he said and opened the door, Michelle nodded and slipped out onto the landing and returned a moment later

“She’s still in the bathroom” she whispered

“Ok” he said “I’ll go first and you follow me down”

She nodded and he kissed her then Gary turned and opened the door.

He tiptoed across the landing with her right behind him, but he had just stepped down onto the first step when the bathroom door opened, Gary pressed himself flat against the wall, and when he looked back towards Michelle she looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights.  

“I’m finished Michelle darling” Aunt Sarah shouted

“Ok Aunty I’m just going to put the kettle on” she replied and then Sarah’s bedroom door closed and they let out long synchronised sighs before exchanging a relieved smile and proceeded cautiously down the stairs.

 

At the front door she hugged him and asked

“What am I going to do for the next month?”

He took her hand and selected one long bony finger and kissed it.

Indicating that she would be satisfying herself

“Very funny” she said

“You won’t even miss me”

“Of course I will” he replied

“Really?” Michelle asked and looked doubtful so he kissed her and slipped both hands inside her dressing gown to cup her breasts.

“Do you think I won’t miss playing with these?” he said squeezing them gently and she closed her eyes and murmured and then his hand descended quickly, brushed through the coarse hairs of her bush and slid his finger down her moist crease.

“And this?” he added and she moaned softly.

And as he removed his finger from between her sticky lips she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and they kissed and then she opened the door and let him slip out into the darkness of the morning.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (078) Carole’s Dirty Digits

Carole Bean went to the University of Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford and it was for her, like many girls of her age, a life defining time.

She was in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls

Amy Coates, a tall big busted girl, Alison Holmes, a skinny braless girl with small yet beautifully formed tits and a bad case of OCD and Claire Jarvis a quiet busty brunette.

All four of the girls were studying English in one form or another and apart from their studies they also had in common the fact they were all natives of the Finchbottom Vale.

Claire was from Purplemere, Carole from Childean, Alison from   Finchbottom and Amy from Shallowfield.

The friendship that resulted from, on the face of it, 4 very different characters coming together, lasted for their lifetimes and as they got on so well the four of them decided very early on to rent a house between them for the second and third years.

However of all the girls, Carole found herself drawn most to Claire Jarvis.

The fact that the two of them had more lectures and seminars together than the other two partly aided their closeness but it was mainly because they got each other, they shared a sense of humour as well as having similar tastes in music, a love of pizza and old romantic comedies.

But what really drew them together in her first year was something that would define her world and shake her to the core.

It happened during the Easter Holiday of their first year when Carole returned to the flat to discover Claire half naked and fingering her pussy, a scene which Carole could not draw her gaze from and stood in the hall spying on Claire through the partly open door and rubbed at her own gash as she watched.

Claire discovered that she had an audience when Carole came, but far from being upset or angry at the intrusion she invited Carole to join her and they made love for the first time.

Allthough neither of them could fully come to terms with the fact that they might be gay it didn’t prevent them from adding to their lesbian experiences throughout their University years and they had some very exciting experiences together one of which was particularly memorable and occurred at the house warming at the house they shared.

 

Carole and Claire were late leaving the Vale but the fact they were an hour late leaving didn’t hamper them in any way, in fact because the traffic was lighter they got to the house in Abbottsford only ten minutes later than they had originally planned.

They were just taking dinner orders as they arrived so Carole let Claire choose while Carole claimed the last two remaining places in the lounge, which were in the bay window.

There were nineteen people sitting in the lounge drinking wine and eating pizza, there were the six housemates and partners plus an assortment of friends, it wasn’t a bad sized room, and it had three large sofas in it but it was never intended to accommodate nineteen people.

Claire and Carole were seated on the deep windowsill in the bay window with a gap of about two feet between them and the back of one of the sofas.

This afforded the taller of the two girls, Carole, a great view down the tops of the two girls seated on the sofa, one of them was her skinny braless housemate Alison Holmes while the other one was Amy Coates who had a fine pair contained in a green lacy bra a size too small and definitely not up to the job to holding the load, in fact the cups were so small that both areolas were clearly visible above the line of green lace.

Claire suddenly slapped her thigh

“Are you looking at Amy’s tits?”

She whispered in her ear, although whispering it seemed unnecessary as the room was so noisy she could have used a bullhorn and no one would have overheard her.

“Yes of course, what a stupid question” she replied above a whisper

“You’re a dirty cow,” Claire said laughing then she held Carole’s hand and gave it a squeeze, a few minutes later Amy, the girl with the big tits and the small bra, turned round and spoke.

“Here you two look at this” and Claire leant over the sofa between Amy and Alison, looking at something on Claire’s Kindle.

Carole could see from where she was but wasn’t really interested but the other three were laughing at a movie clip as Carole slid her hand up Claire’s skirt but she didn’t bat an eye lid, not even when she pulled her knickers off her buttocks and half way down her thighs, nor again when she fondled her cheeks.

Only a few moments later after Carole’s fingers parted Amy’s lips did she call a halt to her mischief and sat back down.

Then she turned and smiled a saucy smile at her and took her knickers all the way off before stuffing them in Carole’s trouser pocket.

“I don’t think I’m going to be needing them” Claire said and placed Carole’s hand between her knees.

 

Carole and Claire were situated in the perfect place for their purposes, they could see everyone else but no one could see anything of them below the chest, unless they were stood directly facing them and if anyone did that they would stop.

While Carole’s hand slid purposefully between Claire’s thighs, hers was stroking the length of her pale blue cotton covered thigh.

As Carole’s hand neared its destination she felt the hair of her lovers bush brushing the skin on the back of her hand and then her fingers homed in on Claire’s pussy.

When Claire was standing bent over the sofa she was deliciously moist to her touch but when Carole returned to the seat of her moistness she found her creamily wet and she let out a little gasp as her finger went in her.

No one heard it; it was still far too noisy in the room, but she couldn’t take her too far because even with the decibel level as high as it was in that place, they would certainly hear dirty Miss Jarvis come.

However it was just when Carole was getting her well lathered up that the lights suddenly went on and the music stopped and some bright spark thought it would be a good idea to raise a toast to the new house.
Claire tutted loudly and pulled Carole’s finger out of her pussy and closed her thighs tight.

“Cheers” she said smiling falsely.
The moment the chinking of glasses was over Claire was on her feet saying to Carole
“Come and give me a hand”
Now it’s all very well for Claire wearing a skirt and knickers hurrying out wish sticky lips but it was quite different for Carole in pale blue skinnies.

Claire’s lather was out of sight but Carole’s had soaked into her jeans.
Behind the sofa went unseen but now she was up and the lights were on it was a different matter so she tapped Claire on the shoulder
“What?” she said impatiently
Carole indicated her predicament with her eyes and Claire looked down and smiled and then she picked up their empty pizza box and put it in front of Carole’s damp crotch.
“Can we go now?” she said sarcastically
Carole nodded and then bashfully followed her out of the room and once in the hallway she dispensed with the pizza box and pursued Claire up the stairs who had shown her a clean pair of heels and by the time Carole reached Claire’s room she had already shed her skirt and was pulling her t-shirt off over her head and was wearing her unfastened bra like a holster   

“Come here sticky knickers” she beckoned to Carole “let me make you more comfortable” and Carole closed the door. 

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (32) Breakfast Buffet

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

One of the people who benefitted from the House of Funs success was Darren Ballard, who worked as a masseur, and apart from the financial there were also fringe benefits.

Because once the Spa started to cater for the more depraved tastes he managed to get a bit of depravity for himself, which was why he lived alone in the village, in what was his parents’ house, and was content to do so, he had no entanglements in his life, he had no need for a relationship and all the complications that came along with them, and he had no need of a sex partner as he got all the sex he needed at work.

So, no one was more surprised than he was when he started a relationship with Andrea Dennis, a Pangmere girl born and bred, who provided him with home grown depravity.

 

 

Darren and Andrea had spent the night together in his cottage but the next morning they had to be up very early so he could drive a very sleepy headed Andie back to Abbottsford so she’d be there in time for the first lecture.

As usual he had risen early, in both senses of the term, thinking he might start the day by splitting her strawberry whiskers, but she rebuffed his advances

“I’m too sleepy Darren” she said

“Ok I’m going to grab a shower, when you’ve dragged your gorgeous arse out of bed you can make the coffee.

 

So while he was showering Andrea went down to the kitchen to make drinks and when he was dressed for the day he carried her bags  downstairs and when he got to the bottom, he dropped her bags by the door and called out to her

“I don’t think we have time for coffee”

“I can’t hear you” she retorted “come in here and say it again”

“Where are you?” he shouted

“I’m in the kitchen” she called back, so he walked down the hall and into the kitchen and found Andrea lying draped across the kitchen table like an erotic buffet completely naked casually teasing a large pink nipple with one hand and fingering herself between her strawberry pubes with the other.

“Do you have enough time for some of this?” she asked

“Always” he replied as he un-trousered his stirring beast.

“I thought you were too sleepy for a shag,” he said

“I’ve woken up now” she replied

“So, I can see,” Darren said as he watched her busy fingers vigorously frigging herself.

Darren stood there looking down on her, keenly watching her small fingers, wet with her juice, slipping, and sliding herself to orgasm as he tugged on his cock.

When she had writhed and wriggled herself to orgasm, she then lustily sucked her tangy grease from her fingers, so he grabbed her by the knees and dragged her horny carcass towards his waiting cock.

Having pulled her pussy to the edge of the table Andie’s cunny was presented to him at perfect cock height so he wasted no time at all in spearing her.

“Oh God Darren” She moaned, “That feels so good”

He partially withdrew, but so impatient was she that Andrea wrapped her long legs around him and pulled him back into her hard and she moaned loudly and smiled smugly at how clever she had been in making him skewer her again.

“More of those” she begged

So, he gave her another hard one and her hands gripped the sides of the table to brace herself and then she got another.

Andrea gave great panting moans with each stroke and her head rolled from side to side as the frenetic pace quickened and the table legs began to screech on the tiled floor and her knuckles showed white as she gripped the table harder with each thrust.

Darren had to grip the table himself to try and halt its progress across the kitchen floor.

Her chest was heaving up and down as she neared the end and her moans had long since merged into one continuous whorish wail until her face contorted into an orgasmic grimace as her back arched and her whole body shuddered in a climactic crescendo and he lost control and in short pumping spasms, he shot.

When he looked down at the sweaty panting wreck draped across the table he thought the erotic buffet now looked like it had been well and truly enjoyed, as it most certainly had been and by the time he had put the last length into her grateful pussy the table had moved two feet from its original position.

When they had finally stopped panting, she said

“Now you may go about your business” and released him from the grip of her legs and he withdrew from her.

“Cheeky mare” he said and lifted her legs and spanked her arse really hard and she let out a yelp as his hand slapped a red handprint on her white cheek.

“Bastard” she said but then she chuckled.

Suffice is to say she was late for her lecture but neither of them cared about that.

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (31) Teaching the Newbie

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

Of course, it wasn’t just the clientele who got their fair share of sin, the staff did rather well from the Hotel trade as well, one of them being twenty-seven years old assistant housekeeping manager Orna Black.

 

She was a pretty girl with long straw-coloured hair who stood barely five feet tall.

Orla was also slender and looked like a breath of wind would blow her away, but she was as strong as an ox.

When she first got her promotion, she worked tirelessly to repay the faith put in her.

This meant that she was always first in at the start of the day and very rarely went home on time in the evening, but she did leave plenty of time for indulgencies.

 

It wasn’t always diligence though that kept her late, sometimes there were little distractions such as Maria Gomez who worked in the restaurant, she was half Filipino and half Spanish, and was Orla’s girlfriend, however Maria had returned to the Philippines for a few months and so Orla was on her own again, she really loved Maria and planned to be celibate but she was just too horny last it out. 

So, she was on the lookout for something temporary to fill the gap, she was almost certain Maria wasn’t going to be faithful while she was away, so she didn’t feel any pangs of guilt.

She set her sights on the new girl Abigail Evans, she was 17 years old and was assigned to housekeeping, and judging by the way she checked out Hannah on reception and the female guests she was definitely gay, and the way she looked at Orla whenever she thought she wasn’t looking also told her she was in with a chance.

What made her even more attractive was the fact that she was almost certain Abi was as yet, untarnished.

Orla had had a lot of lovers since her sexual awakening, but she hadn’t had a virgin before, she hadn’t been someone’s first and she found that prospect very exciting.      

She decided to take the unpresented step of training Abigail herself and was roundly praised for it.

What they didn’t realize however was that the training Orla had in mind had nothing to do with housekeeping. 

 

Because she had noticed Abi looking at her, a number of times, she decided she would give her something more to feast her eyes upon. 

So underneath her overall she wore a skintight top and no bra, a short skirt, knee socks which on her small stature reached her thighs and her skimpiest thong.

She also selected rooms which she knew would not be occupied or likely to be so on that day.

 

Once inside the room Orla went through a well-honed routine of going around the room opening and closing cupboards, explaining what went where, what was expected and all the while the pupil’s eyes never left her teacher.

Orla then went in the bathroom and when she emerged she had taken off her overall and teased her nipples to full erection so they stood proudly through the stretch fabric of her top, and when Abigail saw them her eyes popped out almost as far as Orla’s nipples.

After she had the newbies undivided attention she continued into the room and went through a full repertoire of bending and stretching and it was when she was standing on tiptoe reaching up above the dressing table mirror that she saw Abi staring at the wedge of flesh between the top of her sock and the hem of her skirt.

“Have you seen enough?” Orla asked

“Erm sorry” Abi responded

“That didn’t answer my question” Orla barked

“No, sorry”

“Ok let me ask you another question” she said, “Would you like to see more?”

“What?” she replied and gulped

“Would you like to see more?” Orla asked

“Yes” she gasped   

“Good, undress me then” she ordered

“What?”

“Undress me” she repeated

“Yes Miss Black” she said meekly “What should I take off?”

“What would you like to take off?”

“Everything” she replied quietly

“Excellent choice, everything it is then” she said and kicked off her shoes

“I have to do it” Abigail said sharply and walked towards her.

She was taller than Orla by nine inches so it was effortless for her to pull the top off over her head and as she cast it aside her eyes were open as wide as saucers as they consumed every inch of Orla’s pale breasts with their pink swollen teats.

She was still staring at her little titties as she pulled down the zip on her boss’s skirt.

Abigail dropped to her knees and pulled the skirt down over her boss’s narrow hips and as it fell easily to the floor her eyes were saucer sized again as they fixed on Orla’s skimpy knickers and the wisps of straw coloured hair curling above the lace.    

“Can I kick it away?” she asked

“Yes Miss Black” she replied and without taking her eyes off Orla’s crotch she pulled each long blue sock tantalisingly down her boss’s slender legs until all that remained were the skimpy panties.

Abi’s hands were shaking as her fingers slipped inside the waistband of Orla’s knickers and she was biting her lip as she slowly pulled them down to her ankles.

“Kick them off” she instructed as her eyes feasted on the lush straw coloured bush right in front of her as the five foot nothing, whippet thin nymph with the luxurious bush stood looking lustfully back at her.

Orla kicked her knickers away and looked down and smiled as the innocent stared at her first pussy, then she put her hand on the back of the girl’s brunette head and pulled it towards her bush and then much to her delight Abigail rubbed her face in the coarse hair.

“Do you like my scent?” she asked

“Hmmm” Abi responded and began to run her hands up her thighs at which point Orla pushed her away.

“No touching” she said “Not yet”

In response Abigail sat back on her haunches and looked up at her like a disappointed child.

“Now it’s your turn” she said

“Yes Miss Black” Abi said very childlike and stood up.

Orla also got to her feet and began unbuttoning Abi’s uniform as she fidgeted in front of her, and when the final popper was popped she threw open the two sides and was rewarded with a delightful sight because beneath it Deborah was in her underwear.

As she slipped the garment off the young girl’s shoulders she was still fidgeting and transferring her weight from foot to foot and her breasts were jiggling inside the large pink cups before Denise’s eyes. 

The boss stood admiring her junior standing before her in her underwear for too long because she pushed Orla back, so she plopped down on the bed and she said boldly

“I want to do it”  

She reached behind her and unhooked her bra and Orla watched as the tension in the cups relax and when Abi let the pink lingerie fall away Orla said 

“Lovely”

Abigail kicked off her shoes and without further ceremony divested herself of her black tights.

Denise was staring at the crotch of her pink panties which was visibly saturated and slid off the bed to kneel before Deborah’s wet pussy   

“Those are mine” she said and yanked them down before burying her face in her wet bush.

“Is it time for touching now?” Abigail pleaded

“You want to do it now?” she asked

“Oh yes Miss Black” she replied

“Come here then” Orla said standing up and taking her young charge in her arms and kissed her

“Wow” Abigail said after enjoying her first lesbian kiss.

“Did you like that?”

“Oh yes”  

“Then you’re going to love what else I can do with my mouth” she said and sat her on the bed and pushed her thighs apart.

 

Two hours later they kissed by the door before leaving the room and as they walked down the hall Orla said

“An encouraging beginning Abigail, but I think extra training will be necessary”

“Thank you, Miss Black, I’ll do it anytime”

“It’s very refreshing to find someone so willing to learn” Orla remarked

“I’m very willing Miss Black” Abigail replied 

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (30) New Tricks

 

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.

His resistance was finally broken one summer night when she lured him to a layby beside the Finchbottom Express Way, on the presence that her car had broken down.

While he was looking under the bonnet, she was divesting herself of every stitch of clothing.

He had 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.

Unfortunately for him as the fun began, he discovered that she liked to give instructions

“Rub me hard”

“Yes, touch me there”

“Oooh do that”

“Oooh do this”

Which went on for a while and her constant instructions really pissed him off, 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 and fucked her hard.

Afterwards he left Jan sprawled over the bonnet of her car with her rear end covered in cum, and as he drove into Shallowfield he got a text from her

“Let’s do that again”

 

Well he wouldn’t have minded doing it again if he could guarantee she would shut up, but he thought that was very likely.

However, the text’s kept coming from her, begging him to fuck her again, pleading with him, but every time he declined.

That is until one Saturday afternoon about two months after he had last shagged her, when she turned up at the Shallowfield Auction Rooms where she knew he would be alone.

She put on her tightest most revealing leggings, sans pants and a tight sweater and no bra, so she looked good enough to eat and smelt divine. 

“No” he said as she walked into the office, but he still went hard

“Oh, Joe please” she begged “I’m so horny”

“No” he repeated

“Why?”

“You know why” he replied “I don’t like you telling me what to do”

“I won’t say anything” she said “I promise”

“You can’t help yourself” he said “Now off you go”

“Oh please” she said “I’ll do anything you ask”

“Anything?” he asked

“Yes anything” Jan agreed “you name it and I’ll do it”

 

Joe thought for a moment and remembered that parked in the warehouse was a liveried Luton van, it was the last one they had unloaded that morning and it should have been parked up in the yard but in their eagerness to get home the lads had left it inside which for what Joe had in mind was perfect.

“Are you sure you meant anything?” he asked one last time

“Absolutely” she confirmed

Joe went to a colleague’s desk and opened the top drawer and took out a pair of black tights.

“What are they for?”

“A gag” he replied, and she turned up her nose “it’s alright they’re clean”

She wasn’t convinced however so he reminded her

“You did say anything”

“Ok” she agreed and quickly obliged by opening her mouth and putting the gusset of the tights in her mouth which effectively gagged her, so he tied the legs behind her head in a bow.

He thought he might tell her later that he’d lied about them being clean.

Joe then led her by the hand, out to the warehouse and made her get in the back of the van.

“Undress” he ordered, there was a brief moment of hesitation but then she complied but stood holding her clothes in front of her to cover her modesty, which he knew she didn’t have.

Joe then tied her to the wooden rails that ran the length of the van using silk ropes he had borrowed from one of the lots that had belonged to a deceased magician and had been purchased by the House of Fun and was being delivered on Monday.

When he’d finished trussing her up she looked like a large pink, huge breasted starfish and he did all the things to her that he wanted to do the last time she was naked before him and when he’d made her cum until her knees went weak he fucked her against the side of the van.

 

He left Jan hanging from the cargo restraint’s, panting and sweating and looking like a slutty mural while he went outside for a smoke and phoned his wife to say he’d be a little late home, then he walked back inside and climbed into the van.

“Are you ok?” he asked, but she shook her head, so he undid her gag

“What’s wrong?”   

“I need a drink” she replied and then added quietly “and I need to pee”

He went away and when he returned, he was carrying a bottle of water and a bucket.

She was very grateful for the water and drank half of it before her need to pee grew too strong.

“Don’t make me pee in a bucket” she begged “please, I’ve been good”

“You said anything” he reminded her

“I know” she said “But...”

“No buts” he said “anything means anything, and a promise is a promise”

Reluctantly she agreed and he held the bucket between her legs and after a moment she let it go and released a jet of piss of extraordinary proportions.

“God that was sexy” he said when the last drops fell into the bucket

“Really? You don’t think I’m dirty” she asked

“Yes, but only in a good way” he replied as he put the bucket down.

Joe let her finish the rest of the water and then said

“It’s time to play again”

So, she smiled and opened her mouth so he could replace the gag.

 

With Jan bound and gagged Joe used her and abused her until she could barely stand and then he kissed her contracting belly and untied her ankle and in response she threw open her thighs and invited him to taste.

 

After noshing her to yet another orgasm he released her bonds and she fell into his arms and held on tightly to him.

She was still breathing hard and he could feel her heart pounding in her chest, behind her huge tits.

They stood in that embrace for several minutes while she got her breathing under control and she was sighing contentedly.

It was also a chance for him to get his second wind before the final act.

“Ok then” he said “hands behind your back”

She looked at him with eyes wide with alarm.

“There is still one more bit of fun to be had” he said and she immediately thrust her arms behind her for him to secure and when it was done he began walking her to their destination but she was a little leg weary so he put her over his shoulder and carried her.

He paused briefly in the show room while he stared at the reflection of her juicy quim which served to put lead in his pencil and he hurried on into the Auction Room for the finale.

He took her to the far end of the Auction Room and bent her over the auctioneer’s lectern where many a gavel had been banged but never to the best of his knowledge a Jan.

He had her laid in such a position that her great jugs were hanging free over the edge and her feet were off the floor giving her no control at all so the moment he entered her cunny he untied the rope tying her wrists so she could hold on and as he banged her harder and harder and then he untied her gag so he could hear her pleasure and hear her final orgasmic scream.

He didn’t withdraw as he came like he did in the layby and nor did he leave her sullied and spent in situ.

If he had she would probably still been lying there come Monday morning.

So, Joe helped her dress herself and then had to drive her home.

She was so exhausted she barely said a word on the drive home, but she did sigh a lot and he could hear the occasional whispering fanny fart.

When he reached her house, she kissed him tenderly and asked

“Are we ever going to do that again?”

“Do you want to?”

“Yes please” she said “But I need to rest for a few weeks”