Tuesday, 26 July 2022

Choice Tales from the Vale – (361) Great Scott

 

The traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea has all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, a Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre, and illumination, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park.

It also had the grand neighbourhood of Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob Hill, but it was at the other end of the town where Christmas was in full swing, at The Sandcastle Arms, which was where pretty 18-year-old Angela Panzera worked as a barmaid.

 

On her day off, the day before, her friend and fellow barmaid Ausra Malinauskaite did a great job on the massage table when she managed to massage away Angela’s self-doubt and lack of confidence.

Up until that moment she was riddled with inhibitions, but they washed away with her cum as Ausra fingered her pussy.

She only every saw fault in herself, but after her first sexual experience she realized that she was desired.

Angela Panzera had really enjoyed her erotic afternoon with her sexy friend, and she would certainly repeat the experience with Ausra, but she didn’t see herself as a Lesbian, so she wasn’t going to go out into the world with her newfound self-confidence looking for pussy, not that she would turn it down out of hand if it was offered, what she was looking for was cock.

 

The day after losing her lesbian cherry she was waiting at the entrance to the Sharpington Pier where she was meeting her elder brother Paulo, she caught sight of him standing with his back to her, over by Bizzoni's Ice Cream Parlour.

“Morning bro” Angela said and then realized he was not alone

“Hi Angie” Paolo said and kissed her cheek.

He was with a group of friends, most of whom she knew, but there was someone else in the group who had caught Angela’s attention.

“This if my new boss” Paolo said “Scott White”

“Nice to meet you” she said, and he stepped forward and shook her hand

“Scott” he said

Angela liked him, his handshake was firm, his handsome face was warm and open, and his voice was like honey to her ears, and she found herself wondering what it would be like to grip his erect cock.

Just at that moment Paolo broke the spell when he said

“Come on I’ll buy you lunch”

Then he led his blushing sister away, but her mind had moved on to the thought of sitting on Scott White’s face and that made her very wet so after Paolo had kissed Angela’s cheek and went back to work after lunch, Angela went back into the restaurant and fingered herself in the toilet.

 

The following afternoon she was walking towards The Sandcastle Arms with Ausra when she spotted Scott White leaning against the wall outside the pub.

“God its him” Angela exclaimed, she had told her all about the day before, including the dirty thoughts and the emergency finger.

“Come on I’ll introduce you to my… well I don’t know what he is, but I’ll introduce you”

“Oh ok” Ausra retorted, who actually had no interest whatsoever in meeting him, but would have been very interested to know if he had a lesbian sister.

“Hello Scott” Angela said

“Hi Angela” he replied but was hesitant

“This is Ausra” she said “Friend and colleague”

“And lesbian fuck buddy” she added in her head

“Hi” he said and Ausra gave a smile and a nod

“I’ll see you inside” she said and left the inept couple stammering outside.

 

He eventually plucked up the courage to ask her out, but because he worked days and she worked evenings 6 days a week, they settled on lunch the next day.

This was followed by another lunch, the day after, and the pictures on Friday afternoon, but none of those dates had resulted in as much as a kiss, let alone a cheeky finger or a knicker wetting shag.

So, she decided to take matters into her own hands, and with any luck his cock.

So, on Saturday morning she got up early, showered, washed her hair, perfumed, and powdered everywhere, made herself up to perfection, put on her best lingerie, including stockings and suspenders, and finished off with her one and only dress and headed off to his flat.

 

She had a plan to play it cool and just dazzle him into action, so she removed her coat before knocking on the door of his flat.

When the door opened Scott stood there wearing nothing but his bath robe and judging by his wet tousled hair combined with the evidence of damp footprints on the carpet, he had just stepped out of the shower.  

“Hello gorgeous” he said “I didn’t think I’d be seeing you today”

The thought of him standing there naked beneath his robe was just too much, so all of a sudden her play it cool plan went out the window and she pushed him into the flat, threw her coat on the floor, kicked the door shut with her foot and launched herself at him, pinning him to the wall, and pressing her mouth hard against his and darting her tongue in and out of his mouth and her arms wrapped around him, holding him really tight.

As the temperature of their embrace grew, and the passion of the kiss showed no sign of abating, his hand moved up her back and slowly unzipped her dress and Angela’s reaction was to increase the vigour of her darting tongue, so Scott’s other hand began pushing the strap of her dress down her arm to the elbow at which point she obligingly slipped her arm out, and as the fabric fell away from her, his hand was able to unfasten the catch between her breasts and cup the glorious exposed breast it revealed.

Angela sighed and snorted air deeply through her nose as he toyed with her stiffening nipple until he disengaged his mouth from hers, and while still fondling her breast he started to kiss down her neck while slipping her remaining shoulder strap off to expose her other glorious globe which he quickly took hold of with his spare hand.

Much to her approval he returned his mouth to hers, however briefly, as he fondled both of her titties, playing with her swollen peaks before his mouth went on a journey down her neck, her olive-skinned shoulder and heaving chest until he found himself kneeling in front of her and her beautiful round tits on which he took turns, kissing, licking and sucking.

She was trembling, her left hand was on his shoulder, gripping hard and her other was fingering his hair as he sucked her teat and while he did so, his hands were on her stockinged knees about to travel north, and as they slid slowly yet purposely upward, passing her stocking tops, and beyond until they reached their objective, and he felt the fabric of her panties beneath his fingertips.

Scott’s big hands spread out across her firm buttocks squeezing and kneading them until his fingers reached the waistband of her knickers and grasping the elastic firmly, he tugged them off her round cheeks and down her trembling thighs releasing them at her knees where gravity took over and his hands were then quickly occupied with her naked arse and he stopped sucking her tits and instead began kissing her quivering belly, simultaneously edging her backward against the hall table.

Angela adjusted her feet, at the same time kicking off her shoes and freeing her feet from her panties.

Meanwhile he was pushing up the fabric of her dress and kissing her thighs and he could smell coconut on her skin, he kissed further, and he could detect her perfume, squirted for his benefit he assumed, and then further still and he could smell her odour, pungent and profuse which spurred him on, and very soon he was rubbing his face in her ample freshly showered jet-black pubic curls and she went weak at the knees.

He maneuvered her back still further until she could slide her buttocks onto the hall table to support her weight while he knelt before her, and he looked up and saw she had her eyes closed and was biting her lip and she opened her legs up wide for him

to drink deeply of her heady perfumed juices and pleasured her with his tongue until he could wait no more and got to his feet.

He kissed her with her pungent fragrance all around his mouth and when he stopped kissing her it was all around hers as well and as his hand slipped up her thigh.

Angela licked her lips as he fingered her hot pussy with two fingers of one hand, making her moan whorishly, while he released the belt of his robe to expose his cock with the other.

He stood in front of her trembling body and he kissed her once more as he penetrated her and he felt her hymen break.
He stopped and while he was still inside her he said
“I didn’t know you were a virgin”
Scott had assumed she was sexually active she was after all an attractive young woman who had initiated their current sexual exchange.
“I’m sorry” was her reply
“What for?” he said, his throbbing cock eager to continue

“For not being experienced, for not being any good” she said pulling her dress up to cover her tits “for not being like your other girls”
“I’m glad I’m the first” he replied and pulled her dress back down exposing her gorgeous tits again and kissed her “And I’m going to be second and third”
She gave him a smile in response so he gave her a full length and she moaned softly and held onto him like a frightened child, then he gave her another and she relaxed a little, then another and she began moaning louder, then another and she came.

However, when Angela came the first time, he thought the table was going to collapse so he withdrew from her soaking wet cunny and droplets of her juice dripped off his knob onto the carpet,

“Please, don’t stop” she entreated

“Don’t worry darling” he reassured her “we’ll finish this in the lounge, I don’t think this table will take any more of your passion”

He discarded his robe and stood before her wearing nothing but her cum and she stood up and grasped the front of her dress to cover her modesty.

“Let go” he said “You’re beautiful remember”

She opened her hand and her dress fell to the floor, and he admired her gorgeous body with her magnificent breasts and the thick black triangle of pubic hair, she stepped out of the discarded dress, and was only wearing her stockings and suspenders when he held out his hand and she took it in hers and he led her into the lounge and finished the job and when he finally lost his load into her tight young cunny it was like a dam bursting from his pulsating twitching cock.

 

Scott and Angela spent the night together in his bed and after making love the next morning she called in sick and they were naked in each other’s arms for most of the day.


Choice Tales from the Vale – (360) Victim of Lust

 

The traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea has all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, a Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre, and illumination, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park.

It also had the grand neighbourhood of Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob Hill, but it was at the other end of the town where patrons had been enjoying Christmas Jumper Day, or more precisely, an ugly sweater night at The Sandcastle Arms, which was where 25 year old Ausra Malinauskaite worked as a barmaid, and was the first hire of Manager James Mosely, that had been 7 years earlier.

At the end of a very profitable night the last of the patrons were ushered off the premises and the doors bolted.

As soon as the doors were locked Ausra and the other two bar staff, Danielle and Angela, started clearing and wiping tables, while James stacked the dirty glasses in the dishwasher.

Once everything the other side of the bar was dealt with, James divvied up the tips.

Ausra thought it was amazing how generous punters were when there were fit young girls serving behind the bar.

On that night they had been even more generous than usual so when it was divided up it was well worth having, so everyone pocketed their windfall.

Ausra and Angela were then let out by James and the door was bolted behind them, however Danielle stayed on to help him cash up.

Although she and Angela both knew that that was not the only reason, because Danielle had it bad for James.

The girls didn’t really get why because although he was a nice guy, he was singularly unremarkable to look at.

Not that how he looked affected Ausra, because she would have been a rival for Danielle’s sexual favour’s because she was remarkable in almost every way, brunette, attractive, tall, slender, leggy, busty and she would have entertained her for hours.

Alas for her, Danielle was a cock only kind of girl, but she thought Angela was a possible prospect as the pretty 18-year-old was something of a blank page having had no sexual experiences at all.

 

They looked like an odd pair as they walked across the car park, a tall pale Lithuanian with silver blonde hair and a little curvy Italian with a dark complexion and black curls.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” Ausra asked as she knew they both had the day off.

“Nothing at all” Angela replied “Why?”

“I have an assessment next week, so would you be my victim?”

Although Ausra had done bar work for 7 years she was also training to be a masseur, it would be better money than the pub and there were obvious perks.

“I could really use the practice”

“Will I be naked?” she asked

“Yes, but the curtains will be drawn, and the light will be low” Ausra assured her “and I have towels”

“Oh, ok then” she replied innocently

 

The next day Angela Panzera knocked on Ausra’s front door and was greeted by her friend, adorned in a silk robe, who led her into her lounge, which was dimly lit by candlelight, and in the middle of the room stood a massage table.

“Is this ok for you?” Ausra asked

“I think so” she replied nervously

“Well, you can go in the bedroom and undress” she suggested “come out as soon as you are comfortable”

 

Ten minutes later Angela emerged from the bedroom wrapped in a large white towel.

“Ok hon?” Ausra asked

“Yes” she replied falteringly and walked over to the table, and standing with her back to Ausra, Angela let her towel drop to the floor and climbed onto the table and lay face down on the towel Ausra had prepared and with a moistness in her knickers she applied the oil and began to rub it into the little virgin’s soft skin

“That feels nice” she said

“Only nice?” Ausra asked “The hot oil and my light touch should be better than nice”

“Hmmm” she responded as she applied more pressure

“So, you’re enjoying it then” she said  
“Hmmm” Angel responded again as she worked the muscles in her thighs. “Lovely”

“Lovely?” Ausra replied

“So, you’re pleased you agreed to be my victim”

“Oh yes” Angela said as Ausra kneaded her plump little buttocks and slid her thumbs downward

“Are you going to do this for your assessment?” she asked with surprise

“No, they don’t teach you this”

“Oh God” Angela moaned, as Ausra’s thumbs massaged her labia before her long slender fingers parted her lips and Angela gasped

“Ooooh you’ve definitely passed” she moaned

Ausra pushed her legs slightly apart and slipped her fingertips into her moistness and Angela responded vociferously as she let out a series of low muffled moans as her fingers worked at her juicy flesh.

Ausra then pushed her thighs wide open until she was completely accessible to her, and Angela squirmed in response to her erotic touch.

Ausra bent Angela’s right leg at the knee, which rolled her hips slightly and then she climbed on the table with her, and Angela realized for the first time that Ausra was also naked

As she lay between Angela’s legs, she raised herself up on one elbow and looked around at Ausra pleadingly, so she kissed her hot mouth and cupped her breast before removing her hand and penetrating Angela’s hot pussy tenderly with two fingers.

“Oh God Ausra” she moaned

 

As she walked home, Angela Panzera was smiling broadly, having begun the day nervous and apprehensive she had ended it by brazenly sitting on Ausra’s face.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (359) Removing the Christmas Jumper

 

The traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea has all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, a Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre, and illumination, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park.

It also had the grand neighbourhood of Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob Hill, but it was at the other end of the town where patrons had been enjoying Christmas Jumper Day, or more precisely, an ugly sweater night at The Sandcastle Arms.

The pub was managed by 30-year-old James Mosely, who was singularly unremarkable to look at, which was in complete contrast to 19-year-old temporary barmaid, Danielle Brannigan, who was remarkable in almost every way, brunette, attractive, tall, slender, leggy, busty, and very popular with the punters.

But at the end of the evening when James and Danielle were alone, she made it perfectly clear to him by her actions that she didn’t believe him to be unremarkable.

As far as James was concerned nobody wore a Christmas Jumper quite like Danielle, so he spent much of the evening ogling her ample braless breasts constantly rearranging themselves inside her sweater.

He thought it was just a shame that she wouldn’t be a permanent fixture for him to feast his eyes upon as she would be returning to University in the New Year.

 

At the end of a very profitable night the last of the patrons were ushered off the premises and the doors bolted.

As soon as the doors were locked Danielle and the other two bar staff, Ausra and Angela, started clearing and wiping tables, while James stacked the dirty glasses in the dishwasher.

 

Once everything the other side of the bar was dealt with, James divvied up the tips, he thought it was amazing how generous punters were when there were fit young girls serving behind the bar.

On that night they had been even more generous than usual so when it was divided up it was well worth having, so everyone pocketed their windfall, then James let Ausra and Angela out and bolted the door, however Danielle stayed on to help him cash up.

 

When everything was done, Danielle initiated a sexual encounter which led to her whorish moans echoing around the empty bar.

She was stood behind the bar facing the empty room, hands braced on the bar top, while James had one hand inside her Christmas Jumper fondling her ample breast and other deep in her knickers frigging her creamy fanny.

When he had brought her to a satisfactory conclusion she quickly turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hotly on the mouth.

After a few moments of groping her pert buttocks, James began to remove her sweater and was making good progress when she suddenly broke off her kiss and pulled her sweater back down to cover her modesty.

“No don’t” she snapped

“I’m sorry” he said “I thought you wanted to”

“I did, I do”

“It’s ok we don’t have to” he said and put his arm around her

“No, I really want to” she pleaded “I’m just…shy”

“You weren’t shy when you thrust my hands up you jumper” he explained

“That was different, that was touching…. not looking”

“Ah I see” he said and took hold of her hand and added

“Come to bed”

“But…” she began

“Shush, I want to take you to bed”

“I know but…” she said meekly

“You can go first and get into bed” James said

“Ok” Danielle replied with a smile

“Go on then,” he said forcefully “get upstairs”

Danielle let go of his hand and hurried up the stairs and into his bedroom.

He was closer behind her than she thought, and he watched through the crack in the door as she walked to the other side of the room and drew the curtains and then standing with her back to the door, quickly divested herself of her leggings and sweater and scrambled under the covers.

Once below the duvet she removed her knickers and dropped them on the floor and then her eyes peered over the top of the duvet as he walked in the room, and her eyes never left him as he undressed and then as he slipped under the duvet, she cuddled up close to him.

“I’ve never done this before” she said

“What you’ve never slept with your boss before?”

“I don’t mean that”

“An older man then?” he suggested

“No, I’ve never done “this” before” she said quietly “I’ve never done “it””

Danielle suddenly looked quite childlike and unsure, the complete opposite of her earlier demeanour, he assumed because she was so ultra-confident, self-assured and forward when she began her seduction of him, that she was experienced.

“That’s perfect” he said

“Really?” She asked, “You don’t mind?”

“No, it makes this extra special” James replied

“I think it will be perfect” she whispered

“You’re perfect” he responded and kissed her lips softly.

As the kiss continued it grew in intensity and as their tongues entwined, his hand, which had been on her hip, slid down and was fondling her plump buttock and he explored her naked curves for the first time and while his hand was occupied at her cheek Danielle’s hand went straight to his cock.

After a minute of two he rolled her gently onto her back and they stopped kissing and he looked down on her in the half light and admired the body she was too shy to show him earlier.

Her breasts were beautiful and surmounted by the dark rose-pink nipples, which seemed to invite him to suck on them, so he did, but gently.

Danielle emitted a soft melodic murmur of approval, so he sucked on it some more.

Reluctantly he left her erect swollen nipple, wet with his saliva and watched her serene face as his hand drifted across her belly to her luxuriant curly straw-coloured bush and as he toyed with her curls she murmured softly and as his hand came to rest, she held her breath in anticipation of its progress.

He continued watching her lying there with her eyes shut and her tongue periodically moistening her lips and after a few moments, not for the first time that night, his finger parted her labia, and it was instantly immersed in her hot creamy juice.

He looked down on her again and she was biting her lip and her murmurs had become soft moans of pleasure in response to his diligent fingering of her creamy quim.

Danielle was beginning to become more vociferous in response to his attention, she was on the brink of climax while she was frantic tugging on his cock and then his fingers brought her to a face contorting climax and her thighs closed on his hand.

James looked at her as her face was still contorted with ecstasy and then she opened her eyes, looked up at him and smiled.

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

As James carefully positioned himself between her thighs, he stopped kissing her and was looking into her eyes as he gently entered her.

Danielle sighed at the instant of penetration and then closed her eyes as she leant her head back into the pillow and sucked in air through her teeth as he continued, and it quickly became frenetic and breathless as the two of them were swept away in passions embrace which was sustained and satisfying.

 

As they lay entwined beneath his duvet in the afterglow, she was feeling very pleased with herself.

Although she didn’t know it at the time it was the first of many such pleasing nights with the man she had been fantasizing over during her own nocturnal fingering for the preceding nights.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (358) The Girl in the Christmas Jumper

 

The traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea has all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, a Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre, and illumination, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park.

It also had the grand neighbourhood of Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob Hill, but it was at the other end of the town where patrons had been enjoying Christmas Jumper Day, or more precisely, an ugly sweater night at The Sandcastle Arms.

 

The pub was managed by 30-year-old James Mosely, who was singularly unremarkable to look at, which was in complete contrast to 19-year-old temporary barmaid, Danielle Brannigan, who was remarkable in almost every way, brunette, attractive, tall, slender, leggy, busty, and very popular with the punters.

It was compulsory for the staff to wear Christmas Jumpers, though not the customers, but much to their credit the vast majority of them did anyway.

But as far as James was concerned nobody wore a Christmas Jumper quite like Danielle, so he spent much of the evening ogling her ample braless breasts constantly rearranging themselves inside her sweater.

He thought it was just a shame that she wouldn’t be a permanent fixture for him to feast his eyes upon as she would be returning to University in the New Year.

 

At the end of a very profitable night the last of the patrons were ushered off the premises and the doors bolted.

As soon as the doors were locked Danielle and the other two bar staff, Ausra and Angela, started clearing and wiping tables, while James stacked the dirty glasses in the dishwasher.

 

Once everything the other side of the bar was dealt with, James divvied up the tips, he thought it was amazing how generous punters were when there were fit young girls serving behind the bar.

On that night they had been even more generous than usual so when it was divided up it was well worth having, so everyone pocketed their windfall, then James let Ausra and Angela out and bolted the door, however Danielle stayed on to help him cash up.

 

When everything was done, they were stood behind the bar chatting, she was leaning against the bar, and he was stood opposite with his arms folded.

It was just small talk about who was doing what at Christmas and New Year, when was she returning to Uni, it was all just ordinary mundane stuff which lasted about ten minutes.

But then without warning she stepped forward and grabbed his hands, before applying them to her breasts.

“What are you doing?” he said and withdrew his hands from her jumper.

“I thought that’s what you wanted” Daniella said, cupping her breasts with his hands again “You’ve been staring at them all evening”

“I know” James agreed and removed his mits again “but that doesn’t mean I should grope them at the first opportunity”

“But I’ve got really lovely tits, why don’t you want to grope my titties?” she said indignantly, and turned her back to him

“It’s not that I don’t want to” he said and stood behind her and put her hands on her shoulders.

“Then why?” 

“Because I’m ten years older that you” he explained and moved his hands to her waist “and I’m your boss”

“I don’t care about any of that” she said and moved his hands up under her jumper until they settled over her perfect ample tits, and this time he didn’t withdraw them, but began to caress their pliant form and tease her nipples to full erection, which didn’t take long.

“That feels really nice” she purred and rubbed her pert buttocks against his swelling cock.

“Well, if you think that’s nice then you’ll love this” he said and, relinquishing her right breast, slid his hand purposely across her soft belly and beneath the waistband of her leggings, into her knickers, his fingers brushing briefly through her meagre whiskers.

“Oh God” she exclaimed as his finger parted her sticky lips.     

“I wasn’t expecting that”

“I can stop” he said and began to withdraw his digit

“No, don’t stop” she yelped, and gripped his arm to prevent its removal, then she turned her head to look at him.

“Not until I’m ready for you to fuck me”

So he redeployed his and she began to moan whorishly.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (357) Christmas Altercation

 

In the small but thriving English county of Downshire, people go about the tasks of their everyday existence in ways that range from the mundane to the extraordinary, as their forebears had done for centuries before, in the varied and diverse landscape, from the Ancient forests of Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, the rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, to the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and the short but beautiful coastline to the east.

But it’s in the beautiful Downshire village of Clerembeax St Giles

situated to the west of the old market town of Abbeyvale, where the participants of this tale find themselves, at the Clerembeax Palace Hotel and Spa, and in mid-December the Hotel was dressed for Christmas.

Whereas Twenty-five-year-old receptionist Morella Garcia was dressed for lust, and she was very lusty indeed.

She was a tall and slender brunette with an ample bosom and was well equipped for lust, and her beauty combined with a complexion that betrayed her Spanish heritage meant that she was not often overlooked but was regularly looked over. 

Morella liked two things in life more than anything, they were in no particular order, horny men and hot women, and she liked her men hard, and her women wet.

She loved sex and always had, and she made no secret of the fact, and Morella had been enjoying it since losing her virginity when she was 13, and she had never gone short since.

However, if she was unable to avail herself of cock or cunny, she had an array of toys and accoutrements to satisfy her immediate needs, and she employed them very well.

Of course, working as the night shift receptionist, she had many more opportunities to exorcise her lust, because she wasn’t fussy.  

Apart from her bisexuality and being equally happy being satisfied by either gender, Morella also had no preferential “type” she didn’t care about race, creed, colour, body shape, or hair colour.

She liked the tall, short, fat, thin, athletic or couch potato, Morella would extract every ounce of pleasure out of any candidate she might choose, nor was she averse to multiple partners.

 

As Christmas fast approached, she found opportunities hard to come by so had to get by with a little harmless flirting and a lot of masturbation.

But one day as she was nearing the end of her shift her first-class flirting got her into an altercation which led to a reward.

The flirting occurred when Mr. and Mrs. Benson checked in, she knew at the time the Mrs. Benson didn’t like it, but she did it anyway.

On their second meeting they wanted to book a sauna and a massage, the former for Mark and the Latter for Zoe.

As they approached the desk she smiled and said

“Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Benson”

And genuinely expected the customary response of echoing the greeting but instead got something quite different.

“Don’t you dare good morning me you tart” she bawled

“Stop flirting with my husband”

At that precise moment a small, attractive, dark-haired Fifty something woman was approaching the desk.

It was the owner and general manager of the Hotel, Yvonne Labuschagne.

“Abusing my staff will not be tolerated” Yvonne stated forcefully

 Zoe Benson opened her mouth to speak but Yvonne didn’t allow her the opportunity

“If you have a complaint about a member of staff there is a procedure in place to do so”

Again, Zoe tried to speak

“If you’re unable to conduct yourself with dignity and self-control while you are here then I suggest you try a different Hotel”

Yvonne paused briefly to allow an interjection but as none was forthcoming, she continued.

“Now if you would like to speak with Kenneth he will attend to your needs”

Zoe clearly wasn’t happy, but she was sensible enough to realize she wasn’t going to win against Yvonne.

Yvonne then looked over to Morella and nodded who then smiled and mouthed the words “Thank you”

 

Morella would have left it at that but at the end of her shift she went to the staff room to get her coat and bag when she inadvertently overheard a heated conversation, and the voices belonged to the Benson’s.

“No, I wasn’t ogling her” Mark said and paused

“Your tongue was hanging out” Zoe snapped

“Don’t exaggerate” he responded impatiently

“She was coming onto you”

“Was she? I didn’t notice?”

She missed some of the converse because a group of rowdy guests bustled past heading towards reception, so couldn’t make out every word, but she recognized words like whore, slut, and skinny bitch and that just made her mad, so she decided to get even, and headed towards the saunas.

 

After his wife had stormed off to get her massage he made his way towards the changing rooms, and once he had undressed and wrapped a towel around his waist, he walked to the sauna door, but he suddenly stopped in his tracks as he caught sight of the beautiful brown-haired receptionist sitting on the middle bench in the sauna completely naked, legs spread wide and fingering her hairy pussy.

He stayed outside the door, not because he didn’t want to embarrass her, but because he didn’t want her to stop, so he did the ungentlemanly thing and watched her through the little window.

Morella knew he was there and knew he was watching her and enjoying it, she enjoyed it too, it made her very wet, and she wasn’t fazed or embarrassed as he finally opened the door and walked in, nor did she stop her frigging as he approached and dropped his towel.

“My wife wouldn’t like this; Zoe wouldn’t like it at all”

 he said walking up to her and kissing her full on the mouth.

“She’s not going to get it” Morella responded still fingering her crack.

But with her free hand she tugged his engorged cock, which was quite substantial, not the largest she’d ever handled, but substantial, nonetheless.

“I know you were watching me” Morella said, “How long were you there?” she asked between kisses

“Long enough” he replied

“Oh yes, it is” she purred still holding his cock and tugging it towards her waiting pussy.

When he was inside her she hooked her long legs behind his arse and locked her arms around his neck and let him fuck her hard on the bench.

 

As she drove home to Abbeyvale she was smiling as she thought about the not unpleasant nor unsatisfying steamy shag.

It was not the best, despite the size of his tool, it lacked finesse or even much technique, it was just primeval sex, so she would not repeat the experience, even to spite his bitch of a wife.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (356) Inside a Christmas Sweater

 

In the small but thriving English county of Downshire, people go about the tasks of their everyday existence in ways that range from the mundane to the extraordinary, as their forebears had done for centuries before, in the varied and diverse landscape, from the Ancient forests of Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, the rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, to the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and the short but beautiful coastline to the east.

But it’s in the beautiful Downshire village of Clerembeax St Giles

situated to the west of the old market town of Abbeyvale, where the participants of this tale find themselves, at the Clerembeax Palace Hotel and Spa, and in mid-December the Hotel was dressed for Christmas.

Whereas Twenty-five-year-old receptionist Morella Garcia was dressed for lust, and she was very lusty indeed.

She was a tall and slender brunette with an ample bosom and was well equipped for lust, and her beauty combined with a complexion that betrayed her Spanish heritage meant that she was not often overlooked but was regularly looked over. 

Morella liked two things in life more than anything, they were in no particular order, horny men and hot women, and she liked her men hard, and her women wet.

She loved sex and always had, and she made no secret of the fact, and Morella had been enjoying it since losing her virginity when she was 13, and she had never gone short since.

However, if she was unable to avail herself of cock or cunny, she had an array of toys and accoutrements to satisfy her immediate needs, and she employed them very well.

Of course, working as the night shift receptionist, she had many more opportunities to exorcise her lust, because she wasn’t fussy.  

Apart from her bisexuality and being equally happy being satisfied by either gender, Morella also had no preferential “type” she didn’t care about race, creed, colour, body shape, or hair colour.

She liked the tall, short, fat, thin, athletic or couch potato, Morella would extract every ounce of pleasure out of any candidate she might choose, nor was she averse to multiple partners.

 

The Hotel was exceptionally busy with Christmas fast approaching so there were extra staff as well as extra hours for existing staff, which meant extra money for Morella, and that did come in very handy.

It did curtail her sexual pursuits somewhat, but she would make up for lost times after Christmas.

Doing the extra hours meant didn’t necessarily mean doing the extra hours in your normal job, you could end up working in any department, so for a lot of the time Morella had to give up the reception desk and her smart clothes.

So, on the second Sunday of advent she was dressed in old leggings, unflattering footwear and a baggy sweater as she and bar manager Geoff Bolden were paired together.

She liked Geoff, he was a quiet good-looking man in his early forties, slim, almost elegant in stature and she thought he smelt gorgeous.

He was a widow and Morella had already used her well-practiced seductive skill set and finessed him into shagging her, and they had repeated the experience many times over the following few weeks, and she thought sex with him was very pleasurable, but she moved on to pastures new because he wasn’t dynamic enough to take the lead, she always had to seduce him.

However, there was no awkwardness between them despite the fact they hadn’t fucked since the summer.

“Come on” he said, and he and Morella walked down the steps down to the wine cellar.

It was no more than a minute or so after she’d put down the box she was carrying before he was on her and took her firm young body in his arms and kissed her.

She acquiesced in her response, so he began to fumble inside her sweater and quickly rummaged his way through the scant layers of cotton and silk until he reached her bare flesh and then moments later his hands were on her plump tits.

In response to his unexpected, yet welcome assault, her hot mouth was clamped over his and her darting tongue explored every inch of it and she snorted noisily through her nose.

Morella’s mouth, lips and tongue kissed, licked and nibbled their way to his ear as Geoff’s hands were yanking her leggings off her buttocks and squeezing the pliable cheeks until his hands were entering her knickers and dragging them off her plump cheeks as well.

Once her knickers and leggings were at half-mast Geoff turned his attention to moister fare and his fingers dallied briefly amidst her lush bush, and Morella stopped tonguing his ear and looked at him earnestly before giving him a dirty smile and his finger slipped inside her creamy crease and her smile widened and her eyes rolled back into her head as he roughly fingered her.

Morella was pinned against the wall with her knickers around her thighs as he frigged and she was loving every second of it, but she was ready now, she was so ready, which Geoff clearly sensed, because he turned her to face the wall and slid his left hand across her soft belly and firmly gripped her right hip and lifted her body off the ground, bringing her waiting wetness up to the height of his waiting shaft and gripping her tightly with his left arm he offered his erection up to her eager loins.

Morella gasped as he penetrated her,

“Oh God Geoff”

Continuing to support her weight with his arm wrapped around her middle, her legs dangled and swung like she was a rag doll, and she was moaning uncontrollably as he went at her,

Getting ever closer to the threshold she panted through gritted teeth, and he grunted on every stroke until it ended with Morella’s scream of satisfaction as he exploded inside her, before they both collapsed to the floor.

“Wow Geoff” She panted “that’s what happens when you take the initiative”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (355) An Old Soldier on Parade

 

In the small but thriving English county of Downshire, people go about the tasks of their everyday existence in ways that range from the mundane to the extraordinary, as their forebears had done for centuries before, in the varied and diverse landscape, from the Ancient forests of Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, the rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, to the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and the short but beautiful coastline to the east.

But it’s in the beautiful Downshire village of Clerembeax St Giles

situated to the west of the old market town of Abbeyvale, where the participants of this tale find themselves, at the Clerembeax Palace Hotel and Spa, and in mid-December the Hotel was dressed for Christmas.

Whereas Twenty-five-year-old receptionist Morella Garcia was dressed for lust, and she was very lusty indeed.

She was a tall and slender brunette with an ample bosom and was well equipped for lust, and her beauty combined with a complexion that betrayed her Spanish heritage meant that she was not often overlooked but was regularly looked over. 

Morella liked two things in life more than anything, they were in no particular order, horny men and hot women, and she liked her men hard, and her women wet.

She loved sex and always had, and she made no secret of the fact, and Morella had been enjoying it since losing her virginity when she was 13, and she had never gone short since.

However, if she was unable to avail herself of cock or cunny, she had an array of toys and accoutrements to satisfy her immediate needs, and she employed them very well.

Of course, working as the night shift receptionist, she had many more opportunities to exorcise her lust, because she wasn’t fussy.  

Apart from her bisexuality and being equally happy being satisfied by either gender, Morella also had no preferential “type” she didn’t care about race, creed, colour, body shape, or hair colour.

She liked the tall, short, fat, thin, athletic or couch potato, Morella would extract every ounce of pleasure out of any candidate she might choose, nor was she averse to multiple partners.

 

Working as receptionist at the Clerembeax as Christmas fast approached, she set her sights on retired Downshire Light Infantry Officer, Major Robert Nipper.

He was in his early fifties and although he was called nipper, he was anything but, standing well over six foot, and according to the gossip from the chambermaids, he was hung like a cavalry horse.

He impressed her immediately with his military bearing, straight backed and erect, she certainly hoped the latter part of the description would be factual when she pounced.

 

It was 3 am when she saw him emerge through the front door and begin to unbutton his overcoat as he crossed the deserted foyer.

Morella very quickly caught his eye, and when she saw him walking her way, she hastily adjusted the gap of her blouse and teased her nipples to erection, by the time he reached her she was already getting wet in anticipation.

“Ah Morella you’re looking as lovely as ever”

“Hello Major, a good night?” she asked as she began fingering herself through her tights

“Very” he replied

“It could soon get even better” she thought as she felt her moisture penetrating the fabric. 

She saw him glance down her blouse, first at the strategically placed bit of pale silk bra strap, then he adjusted the angle of his head, so his eyes followed the strap down until he glimpses the lace edging of her bra.

His eyes widened as he looked deeper inside her blouse and discerned the dark shaped protrusions of deep pink nipples pushing through the silk her cup.

“Got you” she thought and smiled as her juice creamed her fingertips.

“So, what are you doing?” he asked, taking her by surprise, did he know she was rubbing her pussy?

“What?”

The thought that she had been discovered however didn’t halt her lusty caress, it just excited her more and got her wetter.

“What are you doing at this ungodly hour to keep yourself amused?” he elaborated

“Frigging my pussy” she said in her head, but out loud she replied “Crossword”

“Do you need some help?” he offered

“You could help by bending me over the desk and fucking me” was what she wanted to say but instead she smiled and replied

“Yes please”

Morella continued to frig while The Major walked round the back of the reception desk and only stopped when he was stood behind her.

She had unfastened another button, but thought she may have overdone it, so placed her unsullied hand on her blouse to reduce the gape.

“Ok so where’s this puzzle?” he asked as he put his hands on her shoulders but immediately lost interest when he looked down inside her gaping blouse to her plump young breasts incased inside their pale silk cups, she knew he was looking so she lowered the hand which was restricting his view, and he could see her deep pink nipples standing proud inside her bra.

Major Nipper took her action as an invitation, so much to her delight he slid his hands from her shoulders down inside her bra and cupped her plump breasts.

“I love your cherries Morella” he exclaimed as he toyed with her stiff teats, and she murmured her appreciation.

Morella completed the unbuttoning of her blouse and undid the catch between her breast to unrestrained her perky breasts which he had enjoyed so much inside her blouse, could now enjoy them in all their splendour, and he was enjoying them, and she was loving his touch.

However, following her covert fingering, the excitement of sitting semi naked in the reception area while being fondled, and the anticipation of what she had been led to believe was a sizable piece of meat, she was incredibly horny.

The Captain was showing no sign of taking it to the next level and her pussy was on fire so she got up abruptly

“Follow me Major” she barked and walked through the door into the back office.

Once he was inside, she closed and locked the door and walked over to the desk where Morella coolly hitched her skirt up around her waist and pulled her knickers and tights down to her knees, before bending over the desk with her full weight on her elbows presenting her round pert arse, and moist pink pussy to him, open like a clamshell before his lustful gaze.

Morella turned her head and looked over her shoulder wide-eyed and expectant,

“Come on Soldier it’s time to use your weapon”

The Major undid his trousers and released his swollen member and Morella gasped.

“It’s even bigger than the chamber maids said it was”

He stepped behind her and before penetration he inserted a digit between her sticky lips, liken to checking the oil level on an engine and she let out a low appreciative moan.

He tucked in behind her and knowing the temperature of the water he plunged right in and speared her hot cunny, and Morella sucked in air through her teeth as his huge cock penetrated her and then moaned whorishly with each penetration and he grunted in turn.

It was not a long-drawn-out affair as both of them were at a heightened state of horniness due to her covert masturbation and his lack of any recent “active service”, so they grunted and moaned their way to a satisfying climax, and she slumped onto the desk.

 

After a farewell kiss he walked to the lift with a spring in his step after a very satisfactory sexual skirmish.

Morella was feeling very pleased with her own performance even though she would have to spend the next 3 hours sitting in reception with very sticky knickers.

She lasted an hour before she removed them and her tights, she thought it quite appropriate to go commando, after all it was a soldier who got her so sticky.

For the last hour of her shift, she began to employ her dirty digits under this desk again, this time there were a lot more people milling around so it got her hotter and wetter than ever.     

Fortunately, when her shift was over, she was joining the Major in his room for some more prolonged maneuvers.