Saturday, 30 April 2022

Choice Tales from the Vale – (201) Lustful Lady

 

Marcia Holt was a very lustful Lady who was an eye-catching cougar who was doused in heavy musk and on the prowl.
The wrong side of forty she was still a woman full of desire, with the looks and the confidence to get what she wanted.

She was outrageously flirty and was exotic, erotic, earthy and dirty, she didn’t bother with underwear, she knew what she wanted and if it made the men stare she really didn’t care.
Marci walked into the club looking for someone to quench her fire on that particular day she chose a young buck called Vinny to satisfy her sexual urges.

The lustful Lady took him to a cheap hotel and used him and abused him and extracted every ounce of pleasure from each satisfying penetration until orgasmic culmination and ecstatic ejaculation
Vinny pulled out of her and she let out an audible sigh of satisfaction and in the moment after withdrawal he bent down and kissed her quivering belly and lay his face against it.

Marcia sighed again, and he felt her muscles contract and he stood up just in time to see a little dribble of his cum escape from her hole.

She lay there for about twenty minutes breathing deeply and sighing repeatedly, he threw a blanket loosely across her and the only sounds coming from her were her sighs and a series of soft whispers from her fanny.

He had redressed himself and was sitting on the bed watching her, rerunning the night’s events in his head subconsciously selecting those specific moments that would make it to his wank bank.

Apart from the obvious inclusions there was also the sound of her screaming orgasm, the dribble on her lip and her fanny farting would all make it in.

As Marcia stirred Vinny wondered if she had a wank bank and what moments with him would be in it.

Marcia opened her eyes and looked at him watching her an threw the blanket off her and said

“I hope you’re ready to go again”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (200) Being Alive

 

Mark Landmann was walking along the bridle path in the summer sunshine, lost in thought and totally oblivious to the glorious scenery surrounding him in the Dancingdean Forest.

He wasn’t even aware how long he’d been walking such was the burden he was carrying.   

“Hello Mr Landmann” a voice said bringing him back to the present and he looked round to see Dawn Redman trotting past and giving him a cheeky smile.

“Hello Dawn” he said as she trotted off down the path on her horse, her pert little bottom bouncing on the saddle, rhythmically rising and falling in synchrony with the beast below her and he instantly pictured her cute little arse naked, her cheeks quivering as they bounced up and down as she rose and fell on his cock and her perfect little tits bounced along with them. 

But this was not an imagining of an old letch ogling a fit young woman, the images in his head were of a remembrance of a bitter betrayal.

And the knowledge of his betrayal was the guilty burden he had carried with him into the woods.

The guilt of a husband’s infidelity, but not just that, his wife was terminally ill, so he had cheated on a dying woman and to make matters worse, Dawn was her palliative care nurse.

But the thing he felt so guilty about was because he enjoyed it so much and when he was inside her he felt really alive, and he wanted that feeling again, and again.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (199) A Clean Mind and Dirty Deeds

On Saturday morning the rain had come with a vengeance and added to the gloom he already felt.

The day had begun in a quite different way however, when early in the morning, just after dawn, he awoke with the horn, and when his girlfriend, Geraldine, woke up he thought he would give her the benefit of it.

But to his frustration his dawn horn was rejected by his early rising girlfriend.

Not that she didn’t want it, on the contrary she did, but she was going to be late for work if she took what she wanted from him.

Gerri had been on her period and was subsequently as horny as hell but being late for the early turn at Finchbottom nick was not an option, as it was her relief and she was the newly promoted sergeant.

So Mike Wallis lay in bed and watched her get dressed into her uniform and then after Gerri left for work rather frustrated and he watched her disappear into the rain he took his early riser into the shower and knocked one out.

He spent the rest of the day trying not to think about Gerri but inevitably the more he tried not to think of her curvy bod the more he did.

However by Saturday afternoon he was getting a bit stir crazy and when there was a break in the weather, and the sun actually put in an appearance he decided to take a stroll around the village.

Mike stepped out of his front door and felt the sun on his face for the first time in days and he thought it would be nice to see another human being as he walked briskly down the path and into the lane.

The first people he saw were Vikki, Lindsay and Maxie who were all laughing as they pottered around in Vikki’s front garden.

It had only been a week since Maxi had moved in and it seemed like they were all getting on famously.

The way they behaved around each other it looked like they’d known each other forever and it certainly didn’t look like there was over 20 years between them.

“Hello girls” he called as he gave them a wave.

“Hello” they chorused in unison as they all waved back.

“Are you coming in for tea?” called Vikki

“Maybe on the way back” Mike suggested

“Ok” she replied cheerily

As he carried on down the road the perfect image of his neighbourly firm friends enjoying each other’s company was replaced by images of the three of them naked as they frolicked in the garden like an older aunt and her flirty virgin niece’s.

It was like he’d tuned his brain into a porn channel, like when your old radio sometimes picks up taxi banter but he couldn’t tune it out.

 

After three hours of walking in the countryside he felt refreshed of spirit and cleansed of mind but decided to take up the girl’s offer of a cup of tea but when he turned into the lane and came to Vikki’s house there was no sign of the girls.

The gardening tools and the wheelbarrow were still in the front garden and the front door was open so he knew that they were still about somewhere, on the patio drinking tea was his guess.

Mike decided to go in and was just about to announce himself to the occupant’s when he heard vocal discourse coming from the conservatory that was not the kind of conversation he was expecting to hear.

And the cleansing of his mind, which had taken three hours of walking in the countryside before he managed to erase the bank of erotic images, proved to be only temporarily, and the sounds of pleasure he could hear as he slowly proceeded gave him a hard on to go with the lurid pictures of his imagination.

And then as he entered the lounge he didn’t have to imagine anymore because an erotic tableaux unfolded before him. 

The lady of the house, Vikki, was laying stretched out on a chaise in the conservatory with her clothing in disarray, one hand was playing with her nipple and the other was inside her shorts.

That he would have found erotic enough on its own, Vikki was a very attractive woman and was still in possession of a fit body despite being the wrong side of 40, and seeing her pleasuring herself was a real turn on.

But that was not the only delight on display, the much younger Lindsay was completely naked and straddling her landlady’s head and sitting on her face, and Lindsay was the main contributor to the sensual conversation he had heard from the door.

However even that was not enough to hold his attention for long because there was someone else present albeit on the periphery.

Maxie was standing in the kitchen with her forehead resting on the glass partition as she watched the sensual scene, her vest top and bra was pushed up above her breasts as she squeezed and needed one plump tittie, but the other hand had lifted up the front of her dress and was rubbing her pussy through her tight yellow panties and he could hear her soft moans from across the room and Mike’s erection was throbbing fit to burst as he walked up behind her and put his hand below her breast and made her gasp.

Although it took her by surprise it didn’t deter her in anyway and her busy fingers never stopped as the damp patch grew ever larger and her only acknowledgment of his presence was to lift his hand on to her breast which he instantly fondled and simultaneously kissed her neck and after a moment he whispered

“Don’t you want to join her Maxie?”

“I’m not gay” she replied quietly “but I really like to watch”

“So do I” he said and looked down as her hand slipped inside her wet knickers and held her as she stroked herself off and then she took him to her room and soothed the ache in his balls.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (198) The Maverick Solicitor’s Receptionist

 

Paul Lipscombe woke up exceptionally early and exceptionally horny, which was not unusual in itself, but on this particular morning he was too horny for words, and he wanted to quench his desire in whichever body of water he could find.

So, with the day beginning with the dawn horn, he needed to find a recipient for his lust.

There were a number of local girls who had been on the receiving end in the past and he knew that more than one of them would willingly open up for him again.

However, on his way to find one of them, he spotted Belinda the gardener, she hadn’t yet had the pleasure of him despite his many efforts, so he indulged in a bit of commando style stalking of her, and he managed to get his hands within inches of her bulbous breasts before she beat him away.

So, then he reverted to his original plan and by the afternoon he was enjoying Jenna Stimson, things were progressing very nicely indeed he had her stripped to the waist, her nipples were misshapen and red from his suckling, and her leggings and knickers were around her knees, and he had just got two fingers into her cunny when her mum arrived home early from work.

As a result, he had to duck out of the back door sporting a rather large hard on and with aching balls he went in search of fanny, any fanny.

 

He went into town and was still very horny and so headed for Hollins, Cooper and Baker who were the firm of Purplemere Solicitors handling his divorce.

It was during a meeting with Lindsay Baker that they first made a “connection” and during the meeting an invitation was extended for him to return to the office that evening when they made another connection, namely her hot pussy with his erection.

He would have liked to get inside Lindsay right at that moment but it was not to be, she had flown to New York with her husband for a shopping trip so his target was Samantha Miles who was the receptionist at the firm.

On his first visit he gazed lustily down her top at her quite pleasing rack restrained in a pink satin bra, and when she realized he was staring at her baps she quickly covered herself up and let out a rather disgusted exclamation, but then she smiled at him and blushed.

The straight-laced prudes’ always turned him on, partly because of the challenge but more often than not because they turned out to be really slutty beneath the façade.

So, he returned her smile and asked

“Do you have anything with the address and phone number on?”

“Oh yes” she replied eagerly “I could give you one of my cards”

“Thank you….”

“Samantha” she said “Samantha Miles”

“Thank you, Samantha,”

He wasn’t sure if he would ever call her but he had learned to keep his options open.

Paul didn’t plan on spending the evening with her, a quick shag over her desk would do for him, but he would need to take her for a drink afterwards at the very least. 

 

He went upstairs and stopped at the receptionist’s desk, which was deserted, and waited.

It was quite late in the day, not as late as when he had his special consultations with Lindsay, but late enough that everyone had left for the day.

He wasn’t there more than a few minutes before the busty blonde receptionist appeared surrounded by a cloud of freshly applied perfume.

Although Paul was more interested in her natural scent rather than her perfume but it was very pleasant nonetheless.

“Hello you look lovely” he said and moved in for a kiss which he fully expected to be one of those air kiss affairs but Sam had other ideas.

She planted a kiss straight on his lips and as soon as mouth met mouth her tongue engaged his tongue in oral combat and they wrapped themselves in a tender embrace which soon gave way to urgent caress, when their eager hands fumbled their way into uncooperative clothing.
Eventually he succeeds in his wanton eagerness to reach the yielding flesh
inside her lacy bra and cupped the prizes he coveted.

 

Paul thought things were progressing very nicely indeed he had her virtually stripped to the waist and was suckling her nipples in turn and was beginning to make inroads up her skirt when she was startled by a noise and she pushed him away.

“We have to stop” she said “Someone might see”

“Damn I was enjoying that” he said as he watched as her fine breasts topped by wet nipples, misshaped and red from his attention, were rehoused in their lacy confines.

“So was I” she admitted “We can go to mine”

They went down the stairwell towards the basement carpark but stopped half way down for a kiss which soon reignited passions flame and hands began to grope and fingers probe until Paul had her tights and knickers around her knees and two fingers deep into her cunny and Samantha rasped and gasped and dug her nails into his flesh and he had her close to the edge when a stairwell door opened and closed either above or below and she pushed him away and pulled up her drawers.

“Someone is going to see us” she said nervously

“Let’s go then” Paul said and took her hand and they ran down the stairs

 

When they reached her car Samantha fumbled for the car keys in her bag and failed.

“Your hands are shaking” he pointed out

“I know that’s your fault” she said and tipped the contents of her bag on the bonnet.

“Why?” he asked innocently

“You know why” she replied “because you’ve got me so horny, and I’m going to stay horny until I get you home, which isn’t going to happen if I can’t find my bloody keys”

“You don’t need your keys for what I have in mind” Paul said pressing up against her and he began undoing the buttons of her blouse one by one by one.

“Does it involve waiting until I get you home?” she asked

“No”

“Thank god” she replied and turned her head to kiss him.

He slowly undid another button then another and then another until the blouse was opened to the waist, and he tugged it roughly from her waistband.

Then he liberated her great globes from their lacy confinement and groped them as she snorted.

 

Paul pushed her forward, so she was bent over the bonnet and hitched her skirt up and pulled her knickers and tights down.

And already knowing the temperature of the water he plunged right in and speared her over the bonnet of her car until her scream echoed around the basement car park and her alarm went off.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (197) Sweet Twenty Something

 

Every morning he saw her on the Finchbottom Express, in the same seat, she was a twenty something, a sweet young thing who smiled at him each day, occasionally a “Hello” or “Hi” was exchanged but nothing more profound than that.
The carriage clicked and clacked as it rushed us towards the throng of Abbottsford, the train wheels singing their staccato song and he looked at her and instantly pictured her wearing a thong and she looked up from her book and gave him a quizzical look.
“Can you read my thoughts?” he asked inside his head and promptly decided to think about sports but that didn’t help in the slightest because he then saw her playing beach volleyball.

She was a twenty something, a sweet young thing, who looked at the ordinary thirty something, quizzically.
“This is the affect you have on me” he thought “so you had better not read my mind?”
Oh how he would like to brush the hair from her brow, and run his finger through her soft brown curls, before he caressed the soft curves of her tender flesh as he divests her of her intimate attire and then satisfy his every carnal want and need, and at the ecstatic moment of their mutual satisfaction he sees that a smile had replaced her quizzical look, briefly before her eyes return to the pages of her book and he knew he would have those same thoughts the next time they travelled together on the train.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (196) Fine Dining

 

Nick Gretton had been looking forward to meeting Sarah Swann again.

They had met twice before once at the Runcible Spoon restaurant in Purplemere when she expertly beat him off under the table during the business dinner, they were both attending, and the second time was at a meeting in her head office building when she gave him a blowjob which culminated in her swallowing his load.

It was exciting thinking about their past encounters, but the anticipation of the next time got him really horny.  

Because the next time would be even better because he knew what she was capable of but had absolutely no idea what if anything she would do the next time.

 

The next time was at a convention at the Worsted Viper Hotel in Purplemere and he was going to make sure he stayed close to Sarah and take advantage of her or allow her to take advantage of him.

He sat next to her expecting to find her hand on his knee, but it didn’t happen, he danced with her in the ballroom hoping she would rub up against him, but she didn’t, in fact there was no brush of the hand or a boob graze or even a knowing look.

Sarah pretty much ignored him entirely, so he ended the evening in abject disappointment and meandered back to his room in a cloud of melancholy.

   

Nick got back to his room and raided the mini bar and then got himself ready for bed and he was just about to turn the light off when there was a knock at the door.

“What the fuck?” he snapped angrily and got out of bed, it seemed that not only had he had a disappointment in regard to Sarah but now he was apparently not going to get any sleep.

 

He put on his robe and went to the door muttering expletives under his breath, and he was ready to launch a tirade of abuse at the intruder and he threw open the door and was struck dumb because standing on the threshold was Sarah Swann absolutely stark naked.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” she asked as he stood staring open mouthed at her perfect body.

“Oh yeah” he said and stepped aside to let her in and then he watched as she walked towards the bed and he thought she looked as perfect from the back as she did the front.

As soon as he joined her she untied the belt of his robe and took hold of his swelling cock.

“I thought you were ignoring me” he said as she tugged on his shaft

“I was merely whetting your appetite” she replied and kissed him

As Sarah pushed him back onto the bed he said

“I never thought for a moment this would happen”

“I’ve thought of little else” she responded as she climbed up his body.

“The fun at the restaurant and the meeting room were just Hors d'oeuvre”

“They were delicious” he said

“But I’m ready for the main course now” Sarah said and slid herself down his stiff shaft and took him between her eager lips and she went down until he was inside her up to his balls, and breath left her like air escaping through a puncture and the harder she pumped on him the courser the breath became.

Never in his wildest dreams did he foresee an outcome in which he would be ravished by a hot woman like Sarah so Nick was in heaven as he stared at her magnificent breasts dancing before his eyes as her convivial cunny pumped repeatedly on him and she emitted low rasping moans in response to her hard work, becoming louder and coarser as she drove on and on until she received her reward when she went rigid and they came together, and she let out a scream of satisfaction before collapsing breathlessly on him.

They lay in a sweaty panting heap on the bed for a while before she spoke

“When can I have desert?”

 

Nick served her with a satisfying desert an hour later and then they slept until 3am when a peckish Sarah awoke and decided to wake him for a late-night feast.

After which they slept late and breakfasted well in bed and again in the bathroom.

They were starving by the time they went downstairs for lunch.


Choice Tales from the Vale – (195) Sunday Service

 

On his journey home from Church, Brian Gaunt found it quite remarkable just how many women of the village were wandering the streets and lanes of Dulcet St Mary long after the service had ended despite the inclement weather.

But for 50-year-old Brian, these ladies of mixed ages and physical dimensions all dressed in their Sunday best were soon undressed in his head by varying degrees in his lurid imaginings cavorting in a synchronised display of exotic dancing to a camp version of singing in the rain.

But as he passed the ladies, every one of them smiled pleasantly at him and he thought to himself as he returned their smiles

“You would not be smiling politely at me if you could see inside my head”

None of these ladies had had the pleasure of his services nor he the pleasure of theirs so the images of their nakedness were all conjured up in his mind, but then he does have a very fertile and vivid imagination.

There were also other pornographic pictures in his head of the women that he had made love to in his life as well as some of the ones he would still like to do.

When he reached his house, he opened the front door and went straight through to his study where he found his widowed next door neighbour, Gillian Townsend-McGlade, lying naked on his couch.

“Hello Darling” she said, “Good service?”

“Yes very” he replied

“Good” she said “now I want one”