Choice Tales from the Vale – (215) Teaching the Newbie

 

Clayton is a small village in the Northeast 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.

Although in truth he was rather ambushed.

 

One of his first decisions was to the head of housekeeping Blaire Parrott into the assistant manager’s position.

This in turn created a vacancy and Blaire had no hesitation in recommending twenty-seven years old Denise Adams.

Denise was a pretty girl with long straw-coloured hair and she stood barely five feet tall.

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

She and Blaire had started at the hotel on the same day and had become firm friends although in truth Denise would have liked their friendship to have developed into a sexual one, but she realized very early on that Blaire was a cock only kind of girl, so they were just friends.

When Blaire struck lucky and got her promotion Denise was absolutely gob smacked when her friend recommended her for head of housekeeping, and in response she worked tirelessly to repay her faith 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 Ellie Lopez who worked in the restaurant, she was half Filipino and half Spanish, and was Denise’s girlfriend however she had returned to the Philippines for a few months and so she was on her own again, she loved Ellie and planned to be celibate, but she was just too horny. 

 

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

She set her sights on the new girl Deborah Headey, she was 17 years old and was assigned to housekeeping and judging by the way she checked out Blaire and the female guests she was definitely gay, and the way she looked at Denise 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 Deb was as yet untarnished.

Denise had had a lot of lovers 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 Debbie herself and was roundly praised for it.

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

 

Because she had noticed Deborah 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 skin tight 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 Denise 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.

Denise 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 Deborah saw them, her eyes popped out almost as far as Denise’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 Deborah staring at the wedge of flesh between the top of her sock and the hem of her skirt.

“Have you seen enough?” Denise asked

“Erm sorry” Deb responded

“That didn’t answer my question” Denise barked

“No, sorry”

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

“What?” Deborah replied and gulped

“Would you like to see more?” Denise asked

“Yes” she gasped   

“Good, undress me then” she ordered

“What?”

“Undress me” she repeated

“Yes Miss Adams” 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” Deborah said sharply and walked towards her.

Deborah was taller than Denise 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 and they consumed every inch of Denise’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.

 

Deborah 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 Denise’s skimpy knickers and the wisps of straw-coloured hair curling above the lace.    

“Can I kick it away?” Denise asked

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

Debs hands were shaking as her fingers slipped inside the waistband of Denise’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.

Denise kicked her knickers away and looked down and smiled as the innocent stared at her first pussy.

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 Deborah rubbed her face in the coarse hair.

“Do you like my scent?” she asked

“Hmmm” Deb responded and began to run her hands up her thighs at which point Denise pushed her away;

“No touching” she said “Not yet”

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

“Now it’s your turn” she said

“Yes Miss Adams” Deborah said very childlike and stood up

Denise also got to her feet and began unbuttoning Debs 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 Denise 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 Denise watched as the tension in the cups relax and when Deb let the pink lingerie fall away Denise said 

“Lovely”

Deborah 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?” Deborah pleaded

“You want to do it now?” she asked

“Oh yes Miss Adams” she replied

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

“Wow” Deborah 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 Denise said

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

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

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

“I’m very willing Miss Adams” Deborah replied

Choice Tales from the Vale – (214) Poor Little Rich Boy

 

Phil Marshall was 22 years old and an only child who lived with his parents in the village of Clarence, he led a very privileged life and he was spoilt and conceited and had grown accustomed to always getting what he wanted.

So, when the Purcell’s came to stay one summer and he set his cap for their eldest daughter Denise he expected to get his wish and shag her. 

She was a year younger than him with flaming red shoulder length hair and a busty undulating form that made the route of his cock tingle.

 

He planned on wasting no time in getting in his Cousin Denise’s knickers and beyond but alas on the first night beneath the Marshalls roof he fell asleep while he waited for the house to fall silent.

 

So, on the second night he made sure he didn’t succumb to sleep before Denise succumbed to his lust.

It was just after 1 am when he tiptoed naked across the landing sporting the erection that had grown during the period, he lay anticipating having Denise.

As he slowly opened the door, he was greeted by the sight of Denise kneeling naked on the bed facing him her head thrown back, her scarlet tresses cascading down her back.

The undulating glory of her alabaster skin interrupted only by the swollen peaks of her great globular breasts and the thick red triangle of pussy hair.

The sight of her did nothing to abate the flow of blood to his organ even after he realised, she was sitting on the face of their housekeeper Josie McCalonan.

As he stood watching, Denise suddenly realised he was there and said,

“There’s no one in here has any use for a cock” and she and laughed briefly before returning her full attention to Josie’s tongue.

Phil closed the door and turned around to find Denise’s older sister Rachel standing by her open bedroom door.

“If she doesn’t want it, I’ll have it”

Rachel was not as pretty or busty or as sexy as her sister, but she was straight and she was willing and she was standing across the landing.

 

Phil was admiring Rachel’s skinny body as she climbed on top of him, and he gasped as she impaled her hot cunny on his waiting shaft and he roughly grabbed the cheeks of her arse as she rode on him as her mesmerizing little titties jiggled before his eyes.

She pumped on him expertly and rode the bucking bronco like a horny red headed rodeo rider until he grunted through gritted teeth, and she screamed out in orgasm.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (213) When the Predator Becomes the Prey

 

David Shaw had stayed in a lot of hotels over the years and he had shagged a lot of women in Hotels, sometimes he picked up the women and sometimes they picked him up.   

The bar was a favourite starting point and was always fertile ground and on those rare occasions that he struck out he could always go to the concierge to find him one, in the bigger hotels at any rate. 

 

But in the Worsted Viper in Purplemere if he struck out he would likely be spanking himself off.

As luck would have it when he arrived in the bar there was large busty blonde sitting on a stool at the bar, and he recognized her.

“Hello Dr Mitchel” he said “Good to see you again”

She was one of the doctors at her mother’s care home.

“Mr. Shaw, please call me Sue, I try to play down the Doctor bit when I’m out otherwise people have an annoying habit of telling me about their nasty complaints”

She laughed a rather delightful laugh that caused her rather substantial chest to come alive.  

“I’m looking forward to getting hold of those beauties” he thought to himself and then he noticed the wedding ring, which was to him what Kryptonite was to Superman.

He had a very strict rule about not fishing in another man’s pond so to speak, a rule which he had only broken on a handful of occasions and on every occasion, he regretted it, even though the sex was outstanding.

But he thought there was nothing wrong with having a drink with a beautiful woman and indulging in some polite conversation while he ogled her tits.

So over a drink or three he explained that he was doing a publicity tour for one of his famous authors and she told him she was hiding from her ex-husbands mother.

“I divorced him, no problem” she said “but she still thinks she’s my mother-in-law”

“I notice you still wear your ring” he said

“That’s to ward off the lounge lizards” she remarked

“I understand”

“Are you really publishing a famous author?” She asked

He nodded superciliously

“Your mum says you publish dirty books” Sue stated and laughed loudly.

“We all have to make a living” he replied

“So, who’s the author? Some dirty old man writing for other dirty old men” she asked cynically

“Actually” he said quietly “she’s a middle-aged spinster from Cheltenham”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously, she has the filthiest mind of anyone I’ve ever met” he said and they both laughed

It was shortly after that they got the distinct impression the barman had had enough and was ready to close.

The generally accepted convention was that the staff was obliged to keep the bar open all the while guests were wanting a drink but in reality, they had to close at some point and you could still get a drink from the night porter if you wanted a nightcap.

“I think we should let this poor man close up for the night” she said

So, they bade the long-suffering barman a good night.

 

As the lift doors opened when they reached the third floor and Sue announced

“This is us”

“No, I’m on the fourth floor”

“Yes, but me and my magnificent tits are on this floor” she pointed out “and as you’ve been staring at them all evening with lustful eyes, I thought you might like to do with them what you’ve been imagining” 

“Well as you put it like that then of course I will accompany you” he said

“Thank God for that I’m so randy” she whispered as they stepped out of the lift

“Really?”

“Yes” Sue replied and then added “and you wouldn’t believe just how wet my pussy is”

“Let’s find out then” David said and pressed her against the wall as he got a hand inside her leggings and wet his finger and Sue let out a low growl.

“You weren’t kidding, were you?” he said holding his greasy finger to her lips.

She giggled and sucked her juice off his finger and then said

“It’s time to wet your cock now”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (212) The Maverick Solicitor’s Deposition

 

Hollins, Cooper and Baker were the firm of Purplemere Solicitors handling Paul Lipscombe’s divorce and 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.

She was an attractive woman, tall and slender in her early thirties wearing a tailored business suit and spectacles, and she spoke in posh plummy tones, he had always had a soft spot for posh tottie and it always caused a hardening of his soft spot and the horny way she peered over the top of her spectacles made him harder. 

So it wasn’t difficult to explain why he would be interested in a very attractive, glamorous, and alluring woman with a posh voice and magnificent long legs.

 

His late evening visits to her office became a regular thing, a couple of nights a week at least and every time was the same, he would walk past the receptionist’s desk and immediately smelt her exotic heady fragrance and heard her wonderful plummy tones.

“Hello Mr Lipscombe”

And then she would appear from the shadows with her blouse unbuttoned exposing her nakedness beneath it, from her swan neck down to her hairy mound, and from there she would lead him to her inner sanctum.

But when his divorce was finalized, he had no other reason to go to the offices other than to fuck her and if they continued, they would doubtless be discovered.

So, they sought out other venues, they couldn’t go to her place because she was still married, and they couldn’t go to his because he was house sharing with his brother.

Hotels were an option but twice a week every week was not financially sustainable.

Which was why they had to start thinking outside the box.

 

Some of Lindsay’s clients didn’t like meeting at Hollins, Cooper and Baker or their own premises so it was sometimes necessary to hold meetings at hotels conference rooms.

One of her favourite Hotels for such meetings was The Clayton Manor.

But conference rooms were not hired by the hour and such meeting never lasted all day, so they had a venue, and as the conference room hire was charged to the client there was no cost involved.

The other bonus was that Gary Playford, the Hotel manager, who had been an occasional bed mate of hers, knew what she was doing and would ensure they were not disturbed.  

 

To be honest after the journey to Clayton Paul would need little persuasion to rise to the occasion as the anticipation was making his balls ache.

He arrived at the Hotel and made himself known to the receptionist who had been told to expect him.

“Phil Lampeter” he said “I’m here to give a deposition”

He was suited and booted and seriously aroused as he followed Lindsay down the corridor in fact he was loaded and ready to fire.

At the end of the corridor, they arrived at their destination, a small meeting room, very plush with wood panelling and leather upholstery.

Hanging on the door was a sign which read “Legal Deposition being taken DO NOT ENTER”

Inside there was a briefcase and a pile of legal papers on the table which was to be expected if it really was an official Deposition.

 

Paul watched her as she paraded around the room and then she drew back the blind at one end of the room and the sunlight spilled through the window and illuminated her form through the white silk of her blouse and the sudden transparency left nothing at all to the imagination, but just to make sure he hadn’t missed anything she turned first left then right which caused the illumination of her fine unrestrained breasts for him to see perfectly.

“Do you like my new blouse?” she asked as she walked toward him

“Very nice” he said and stood up to meet her and then they kissed

Paul turned her round and played with her titties through the blouse until her nipples stood proud against the silk.

He guided her forward until she knelt in the leather chair he had occupied, and she rested her head against the leather and gripped the chair back as he began hoisting up her skirt slowly up her thighs to her stocking tops until it reached her waist, and he could slip his hand inside her panties.

The silk was wet against the back of his hand and so were her whiskers against his palm and the moment his digit touched her flesh she moaned earthily. 

“Are you ready to take my deposition now?”

He asked

“Yes, Mr Lampeter yes”

He pulled the expensive silk drawers aside to expose her pink pussy and as his other hand reached around and groped her plump tittie he penetrated her cunny to her great pleasure, and she turned her head and gave him a smile as he cupped both breasts and extracted the dirtiest low rasping moans he had ever heard in response to his insertions.

And as they reached the conclusion to the legal proceedings Lindsay went rigid and was biting the leather upholstery in an attempt to stifle her scream of satisfaction then she collapsed breathless into the chair.

 

After a short period of reflection to consider legal arguments, Lindsay took a second deposition when she rode him on the conference table.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (211) Angel of the Night

 

When Angela met him in Beiderbecke’s club, she was wearing her sexiest lingerie and spoke dirtily to him, suggestively and without ambiguity. 

She sought Dave out and overwhelmed him, disarming him with her directness and was seductive and charming and the want of her made him ache.

Soon they left the club and were in his car traveling at pace to his house and all the while she was enticing and seducing and the moment, he opened the front door he took her off to bed.

Angela allowed him to handle her roughly like a rag doll and let him bend her to his will.
He groped her breasts and toyed with her nipples before his fingers, first probed and then penetrated her hot wetness and Dave made her whimper and moan and grunt and groan and he revelled in her response to his touch and finally she begged him to enter and as he did he felt her shudder.
Such was the burning passion that consumed them both they were lost in the baseness of the act and filthy words spilled from her lips as they exorcized their lust.
It made them sweat and it made them shake and then the sweet ecstasy in the moment of their passions culmination she soothed his ache.
Angela used him and abused him until he begged for rest, she exhausted him until he could scarcely go on and when he had no more to give she wrung him out like a wet rag and cast him aside and as quickly as she came into his life she was gone from it and he slept the clock around.

 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (210) The Final Revenge

 

Andrew Garnett and Paul McGavin were childhood friends and roamed the countryside of the Vale as they grew from boys to men.

And there was no reason why their friendship wouldn’t survive in to adulthood had it not been for the fact that Andrew betrayed his friend by sleeping with Paul’s fiancé Gail the night before their wedding.

As a result Paul was unable to forgive either of them and suffice is to say that the wedding didn’t go ahead, he also refused to pay any of the bills related to the wedding and refered all of them to “the slut”.

He also published pictures of both of the culprits and blackened their names on social media. 

He also changed his career and set up a rival business in direct competition to is exfriend with the soul intention of stealing trade from him, and as Paul came from a weathly Downshire family he could afford to undercut his rival at every turn.

But Paul wasn’t satisfied with that he also dogged Andrew in his leisure time as well and even holiday’d in the same location, even though he could well afford to holiday at more upmarket resorts.

However it wasn’t until 8 years after the initial betrayal that Paul was able to draw a line underneath it and get on with his life.

 

Paul was sitting on his balcony looking down on the square in Batsi and he was naked from the waist down.

Down below he could see Andrew sitting at a table at the Medusa bar and he made sure that he saw him.

While Gemma’s red head rose and fell on him, and he made sure he held his gaze right up until the sublime moment that his cock spasm in her mouth and then he gave him a wave.

“Who are you waving to?” She asked as she wiped her mouth

“Your husband” he replied

He had planned for Gemma to stand up after the act so Andrew would know what had occurred but in the end he was satisfied that he had come in his pregnant wifes mouth. 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (209) The Seminar

 

Andy Stringer sat in the Beaumont Room at the Worsted Viper Hotel in Purplemere wearing his name badge bearing the name Andrew J Stringer.

He was there for a seminar on Health and Safety in the workplace and he was dreading it.

Not that he wasn’t interested in the subject, it was after all his career, and he had been doing it for more than twenty years.

It was partly because he had attended seminars on the subject many times before, but mainly he was dreading it because of the trainer, Clare Crossley, who was so gorgeous he was always distracted from the presentation and into sexual fantasies.   

He had known her for several years and for a lot of those years he did little more than give her an appraising look that was until he came upon her by accident as she was reattaching a suspender to her black stocking, it was only a glimpse, a split second, but after that when he saw her, he could think of nothing else.  

 

It was a glorious summer day outside and the sun streamed into the room and bathed Clare in sunlight which was the beginning of the erotic moving pictures in his head.

The sun shone on her white silk blouse and highlighted her bra beneath but in AJ’s mind’s eye there was no bra only her faultless naked breasts.

He watched as she worked the room strutting on four-inch heels and black stockings and suspenders which he had no need to imagine.

All the while the floor show was going on she carried on chatting away in a professional manner and then his mind went into overdrive.

 

Clare closed the blind that was illuminating her blouse and clearly delighted with the effect she had achieved, walked towards the desk, and quite deliberately caught the vent on her skirt on the edge of the desk and rather than show a glimpse of her stocking top it pulled the whole the whole skirt from her waist.

She moved around in front of the desk in her perfectly choreographed moves and looked at him, and the silk blouse wafted open as she lay down on the desk.

She was working very hard to seduce him and looked straight into his eyes as her long manicured fingers entered her black lace panties.

His cock throbbed as he watched as she fingered herself inside the lace and she began to moan.

 

He stood up once she brought herself to climax and walked towards the table.

Clare’s hand was still inside her pants as he reached under her arse and pulled her knickers off her buttocks but as he lifted her legs up to pull them off her ankles, she removed her fingers from her crease and smiled wickedly as she held them to her nose.

With her knickers in hand, he pushed her legs back and opened her wide and wiped every drop of juice from her pussy and threw the soiled panties on her face and by the time he had his cock out of his trousers her minge was wet again as he glided into her.   

 

“AJ!!” Clare shouted “AJ!!”

“Wh…what!!!” he exclaimed

“It’s all over” She said “Everyone else has gone”

“Oh sorry” he said “My mind was elsewhere”

“I can see that” Clare said indicating the bulge in his trousers with her eyes.

“I think it’s obvious where your attention has been”

“Well….erm” he stammered and put his hands in his lap

“I think you need to come with me up to my room so I can recap the salient points for you” she said and smiled the wicked smile he’d seen in his lusty daydream.