Choice Tales from the Vale – (380) Christmas with Maid Marion

 

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 illuminations, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park, but it was the Seaview Hotel that was attracting groups of revellers from every corner of the Finchbottom Vale for the their company Christmas parties, most of them were singletons, and ranged in age from late teens to their early fifties.

Most of the party goers decided to make a weekend of it, looking for love or lust, or a combination of the two.

So those looking for a long weekend arrived in Sharpington on Friday morning and would stay until Sunday, with the party being on Saturday night, which in order to add to the fun was fancy dress.

It was the first time in Sharpington for some of the visitors, but many had been before and a few of them had only been in town for a few hours when they started to see a familiar face or two, at the Hotel, along the prom, in the café and on the pier, although for Olivia Parsley it was no surprise because she had arranged to run into Lee Jackson on Saturday morning because they had started dating two weeks earlier, although they hadn’t done the deed yet.

But that was remedied after the party when Robin Hood would have his wicked way with Maid Marion.

 

Lee got out of bed and left her sleeping and went to the bathroom to get water and Olivia lay serenely in the afterglow, the sweat of earlier passions spent had evaporated and was no more and her tousled blonde hair framed a peaceful face with the orange glow of the bedside light graced her cheeks.
Her eyes were resting, her mouth open slightly and her full lips still moist, and on her pale smooth skin no hint remained of what had passed.
The contortions of orgasm which were earlier etched into her innocent face lingered no more, but they would soon be present again.
She lay in a silk chamise stretched tightly across her breasts showing them in sharp relief.
The cool air from the air conditioner aroused her nipples which then stood proud through the taught silk and she murmured in her sleep and squirmed in unison as her arousal continued elsewhere.
If Lee did not return to the bed her satisfaction would have to be in her own hands but luckily Lee did return moments later and he was himself aroused.

21st CENTURY SAUCY NURSERY RHYMES # 003

 

Mary was a little flirt

With big seductive eyes

And many a lucky lad

Had been between her thighs

Choice Tales from the Vale – (379) Christmas with Marilyn

 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 illuminations, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park, but it was the Seaview Hotel that was attracting groups of revellers from every corner of the Finchbottom Vale for the their company Christmas parties, most of them were singletons, and ranged in age from late teens to their early fifties.

Most of the party goers decided to make a weekend of it, looking for love or lust, or a combination of the two.

So those looking for a long weekend arrived in Sharpington on Friday morning and would stay until Sunday, with the party being on Saturday night, which in order to add to the fun was fancy dress.

It was the first time in Sharpington for some of the visitors, but many had been before and a few of them had only been in town for a few hours when they started to see a familiar face or two, at the Hotel, along the prom, in the café and on the pier, although for Clare Reece it was in the Hotel gym where she spotted Ben Smith, a man she had known since nursery school and one whom she had never looked at twice.

Not that he wasn’t good looking, on the contrary he was lovely, but the truth was that she just didn’t like him and never had, and she always believed the feeling was mutual, but as it turned out she was mistaken. 

After running into him in the gym she tried to avoid Ben who he had manage to bump into more often than she was happy with, but everywhere she turned he was there, and it was no different on the night of the party.

She was dressed as Marilyn Monroe and looked stunning, head turning stunning, unfortunately one of the heads she turned was Ben Smith’s.

As a result, she drank too much than she wanted too and due to the heat in the ballroom she developed a headache and went to find some fresh air in the hope of shaking her headache, so she walked on the terrace for ten minute and lay down in the conservatory and went straight to sleep and awoke some time afterwards to find someone holding the gusset of her knickers to one side and licking the petals of her pussy.

Her first thought was to ask who the hell it was, that was performing a very delicious oral act on her and remind them that it would be more polite to ask first, but that thought was soon overtaken by the one that was just grateful for it, and anyway she got his answer after a few pleasurable minutes later when the blonde head that had been performing cunnilingus on her suddenly bobbed up.

“You” she said

“Yes, do you mind?” Ben asked

“Not anymore” she replied and with her acquiescence he un-trousered his engorged cock and sat beside her where Clare impaled herself on him and rode him to a shuddering orgasm.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (378) Snow White Christmas

 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 illuminations, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park, but it was the Seaview Hotel that was attracting groups of revellers from every corner of the Finchbottom Vale for the their company Christmas parties, most of them were singletons, and ranged in age from late teens to their early fifties.

Most of the party goers decided to make a weekend of it, looking for love or lust, or a combination of the two.

So those looking for a long weekend arrived in Sharpington on Friday morning and would stay until Sunday, with the party being on Saturday night, which in order to add to the fun was fancy dress.

It was the first time in Sharpington for some of the visitors, but many had been before and a few of them had only been in town for a few hours when they started to see a familiar face or two, at the Hotel, along the prom, in the café and on the pier.

Tilly Cunningham first caught sight of Harry Adamson at one of the amusement arcades but when she went to investigate, he was nowhere to be seen.

“I must have imagined it” she said to herself and decided to put it out of her mind, and that would have been an end to it had she not spotted him again later outside the Hotel, but he was gone by the time she got there, but he could only have gone one way, and that was into the Hotel.

She had known Harry from when they were at school together and there had always been something smouldering between them, although they had never been out together, they had come close once or twice, but it never quite happened for them, however they were both there at the same Hotel at the same time and hopefully with no attachments. 

Unfortunately try as she might twenty-four hours later, she still hadn’t been able to track him down, so she decided to give up and go back to her room and get into her costume for the party.

 

A despondent Tilly had just reached the lift when the doors opened, and Harry stepped out and without missing a beat she threw her arms around his neck and said

“Harry, I knew it was you” 

Harry had no idea who it was that knew it was him, so he wriggled free of his assailant to look at her.

“Tilly?” He exclaimed “Tilly Cunningham, what are you doing here?”

“I’m here for the Christmas party” she replied as he guided her to one side and added hopefully “Are you going?”

“I’m afraid not” he said

 

They sat at a table in the lobby for about twenty minutes while he explained that he would really have liked to party with her but unfortunately, he had to work on reception, but he was on a break between eleven and twelve so he could meet her for a drink.

“That would be lovely” she said

“In the main bar at eleven then” he said

“Ok, I’ll be the one dressed as Snow White” she said

 

He was a few minutes late getting to the bar, but she was on time after a visit to the loo.

They spent a very pleasant forty minutes, in which he stared at her white stockinged legs and had ungentlemanly thought about defiling Snow White’s purity.

At the same time, she put into practice the plan she had been formulating all evening. 

“Oh, dear I think I’m a bit tipsy” she said, “I think I may have overdone it; do you think you might escort me to my Palace?”

“Of course,” he said 

 

They walked with her arm through his and her thoughts had turned to carnal delights and as soon as she had the door open she pulled him into her room and kissed him, and he reciprocated the kiss so she hoped it would prove to be the prelude to something more, and she was not wrong, as Harry’s hands were quickly inside Snow White’s  clothes and Tilly sort out his fly with eager hands and she chewed and tongued at his ear as her fingers played along the length of his cock.

 

When he finally pulled her knickers and tights off over her feet and they were both naked on the bed, Harry squeezed and sucked at her ample breasts, sucking hard on her misshaped teats as his fingers rummaged through her thick bush.
Tilly never relinquished her hold on his cock but then decided to move things along by sitting on his chest and presenting him with the view of her moist minge as she leant forward and consumed him and as she greedily sucked on him he began to drink deeply from her velvet cup.
Her body writhed and moaned above him as he brought her to a rhythmic climax and she performed on his organ taking him to the brink of oral ecstasy.
But she stopped short and ended the oral converse and panting and sweating in the darkness she slid down him and impaled her hot cunny on his saliva soaked cock and began working on him in earnest and he held her hips as she writhed and moaned and grunted on him until she had finished with him and she collapsed on the bed beside him.

As they lay naked on the bed panting in the afterglow he said

“Not that I’m complaining, but isn’t Snow White supposed to be pure and innocence”
“Pure as the driven slush” she retorted and chuckled

21st CENTURY SAUCY NURSERY RHYMES # 001

 

Ride a cock horse to old Kings Cross

To find a lady of the night of course

With tattoos on their hips and a stud thru the nose

And a couple of quid buys you a couple of ho’s

Choice Tales from the Vale – (377) Tinkerbell Christmas

 

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 illuminations, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park, but it was the Seaview Hotel that was attracting groups of revellers from every corner of the Finchbottom Vale for the their company Christmas parties, most of them were singletons, and ranged in age from late teens to their early fifties.

Most of the party goers decided to make a weekend of it, looking for love or lust, or a combination of the two.

So those looking for a long weekend arrived in Sharpington on Friday morning and would stay until Sunday, with the party being on Saturday night, which in order to add to the fun was fancy dress.

It was the first time in Sharpington for some of the visitors, but many had been before and a few of them had only been in town for a few hours when they started to see a familiar face or two, at the Hotel, along the prom, in the café and on the pier, although for Agnes Burrell it was the Hotel reception.

It was a few minutes after she was handed the key for room 312 at the Seaview Hotel by a rather gruff receptionist that the familiar figure entered through the street door and stopped dead when he caught sight of her.

“Agnes Burrell” Joe Millar said coldly, “What are you doing here?”

“I’m staying here” she replied “Christmas Party”

“Oh great” he snapped “Me too”

 

Neither of them were happy to see each other, neither of them liked each other, they never had, not when they were at school, not when they were at university, and not when they worked together.

She hadn’t seen him for twelve months since he left the company to go and work for one of their suppliers.

Each of them had disliked the other for so long they didn’t know the reason for their loathing they just knew they didn’t like each other.

Suffice is to say they were very unhappy but resolved to avoid one another and make the most of a bad situation.

 

On Saturday night Agnes left her room in her fancy dress costume and she was very pleased with the way she looked.

Because she was almost an inch short of five feet, as slight as a feather, with skinny legs, she decided to go as Tinkerbell, which was perfect for her, and she looked cute and gorgeous.

 

Her good humour soon evaporated however when she got downstairs to find that not only was her nemesis sitting at her table, and he was sitting next to her, and he was dressed as Peter Pan.

“Oh, great now we look like a couple” she said sulkily

 

The ten people on their table were all coupled up and more interested in their companions than the rest of the table so any conversation was monosyllabic, so Peter Pan and Tinkerbell took consolation in their impromptu meeting and unfavourable seating placement by overindulging on the free wine which kept arriving at the table and each subsequent drink they found that their companion began to look more attractive and their companionship less onerous, so it was perhaps not surprising that they ended up in her room.

 

As she looked up at Peter Pan as he skewered her semi naked body while she wriggled like a fish on the riverbank, she thought he may be the boy who never grew up, but his cock certainly had, then he fucked her to that perfect point of climax, and when they came together, she screamed.

 

The next day, although she was physically a spent force, she was feeling very smug, and was unable to conceal that smugness when they checked out.

Her mind was awash with erotic images of her time with him, or perhaps that should have been the times with Peter Pan.

Agnes had no idea after he’d fucked her the first time when, or if, she would get to receive a fat cock like his again, so she decided to make the most of it and rode him all night.

 

Although they walked out of the Hotel together, she and Joe never acknowledged each other until they were outside and both went their separate ways with just a cheerio, as they had said a proper goodbye back in her room. 

 

As she and the girls walked to the carpark, she saw the car he was in drive past with him in the passenger seat and when he saw her, he gave her a wave and she waved back and blushed.

 

After what she had put him through the night before, she knew the motion of the car would very quickly lull him off into a coma, and

would probably sleep all the way home.

 

Agnes was still wearing a smug expression and thought it was a funny old life, starting the weekend viewing Joe with loathing, and ending with them looking forward to seeing one another again, very soon.

And Agnes need not have worried about never having a cock like his in her again, she got his in her two days later, and wanted nor had any other. 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (376) Halloween Home

 

On the west side of Downshire is Eastchapel, a quiet medieval village living in the shadow of its noisy neighbour, the Industrial powerhouse of Northchapel and its where Mike Oliver and his fuck buddy local vet Sue Mazzone lived.

They had been to a Halloween dinner at the Golf Club and were taking a shortcut home across the ninth fairway when Sue said

“I need a pee”

“We’re almost home” Mike pointed out

“I know, I thought I could wait, but I can’t”

“No problem” he said

“You go ahead, and I’ll catch up with you” Sue said

“I won’t be long” she suggested

“No, it’s alright I’ll stand guard” he offered

After a moment or two, there was the unmistakable sound of a full bladder being emptied onto autumn leaves.

“Do you need a hand drying your whiskers?” he asked

“Like you could get me dry” she said as she emerged from the trees and giggled and then she kissed him

“You only want to get amongst my whiskers so you can get me wetter and skewer me up against a tree or bend me across the bench” 

“No, I think I’d rather take you home to bed” he said

“I was hoping you’d say that” Sue said smugly and kissed him again