Seductively on your
knees
As you tantalise and
tease
Playing rough then
tender
As you expertly render
On me your divine
Fellatio
Such ecstasy you can
bestow
How expertly you
perform
Bringing me towards
the storm
On the brink you bring
me back
Restoring the control
I lack
Oh how I thought you
demure
Erotic bringer of
pleasure
How many times will it
be?
How many points of
ecstasy
How many times until
You choose to drink
your fill
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 Louise Harris
and David
Tarver’s reacquaintance was bittersweet.
They had been together for three years but after a series of arguments
they broke up during the summer, but when they saw each other, it was apparent
there was still something between them.
On the night of the party David was dressed as a convict in a
two-piece suit with the trademark arrows and brimless hat in the same material.
But when he saw Louise dressed as a witch in short faux silk dress,
black stockings, and ankle boots, finished with a long dark green cloak and a
traditional pointed hat he knew for definite that he wasn’t over her.
However, it wasn’t until later in the evening when the meal was
finished and the dancing had begun in earnest, that he approached her.
“Hi Lou” he said
“Hello David”
“You look great” he said
“Did you want something?” she asked
“I thought we might have a dance” he suggested
“I don’t think so” Louise said coldly
“Not even for old time’s sake” he asked
“No” she snapped
“What are you afraid of Lou?” David asked
“I’m not afraid of anything” she replied
“Then let’s have a dance” he suggested and held out his hand and she
gave him a defiant look and took it and as soon as they got on the dance floor,
and he took her in his arms they felt at home.
Halfway through the third dance Louise had her arms around his neck
and David tried to kiss her, but she drew her head back
“No kissing” she snapped
“I agreed to a dance, nothing more”
“But you always liked to kiss” he said
“That was when I liked you” she said
He had missed kissing her for all the months since they broke up, and
he often dreamt of touching her again, she was no prude and loved sex, and he
missed the slutty guttural noises that emanated from her when he fucked her,
and now he wanted to fuck her again.
His right hand rested on her waist which he gently moved across the
cool silk until it was cupping her pert braless breast and he heard a sharp
intake breath as his thumb brushed her erecting nipple.
As she hadn’t repelled his advance, he continued to caress her cute
tittie and thought he would take things as far as she would let him.
David’s hand crept tantalizingly inch by inch across her topography
and her buttocks clenched involuntarily in anticipation of his hand’s
destination, and as his hand got closer and closer to the prize she moaned
quietly, and her buttocks clenched again.
She was fidgeting in his arms as his fingers slowly and deliberately
traced the outline of her panties through the silk of her dress, and he knew
from past experience she was biting her lip, as her breaths became deeper and
more erratic the closer his fingertips got to her pussy.
So, he began to pull the front of her skirt upwards so he could access
her knickers, but she said sharply
“First things first” and wrapped her cloak around his shoulder before
aiding him by lifting her dress.
When his finger reached the heart of her fire an involuntary gasp
escaped her lips as he fingered her through the silk of her knickers, and it
slipped and slid on her wet crease until her cream oozed through the fabric and
Louise began to moan.
Her hands gripped onto his costume so tight that her knuckles whitened
as she squirmed in his arms, and she panted out coarse rasping breaths into his
neck.
He paused his fingering briefly and used his thumb to pull her panties
aside and engaged his fingers between her lips, and frigged her until with a
deliriously dirty moan, she came, and with her exclamation her legs buckled,
and he had to support her weight and as he withdrew his sticky fingers from
between her lips she said.
“Ok you can have a kiss”
After a long and passionate kiss, she whispered
“Can you please take me upstairs and fuck me now?”
My sister-in-law
Fills a sweater well
I think she’s rather
hot
The truth to tell
For Christmas
I bought for her
A button fronted
Lamb’s wool sweater
I want to see her in
it
I just can’t wait
She has a figure
To really fascinate
It has ten buttons
It’ll be a tight fit
Very figure hugging
That’s how I like it
She has breasts
Quite first rate
She has curves
That really titillate
She has a figure
To really fascinate
Of the ten buttons
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 Sarah Walpole it she who had been
recognised by Andrew Stacey as she walked to the Hotel with her boyfriend Ian
Staddon.
His heart soared when
he saw her, even though he knew she was going to be there, but the reason he
was so elated was because he loved her, he always had, and he always would,
which was sad really because she didn’t love him, because if she did, she
wouldn’t have gone to the party with Ian Staddon.
He had hoped that she
might go alone, and he might finally pluck up the courage to tell her how he
felt, so on the night of the party he spent the night watching her from afar,
he was also watching on as they argued and left the party early.
At breakfast the next
morning there was no sign of Sarah or Ian among the weary hungover diners, but
later he overheard two of Sarah’s friends talking about a big argument between
her and Ian and the latter having left the Hotel after the row.
He hung around
reception most of the morning but there was no sign of her, so he decided to go
upstairs to make sure she was ok.
He knocked on the door
and got no answer, so he knocked once more and still there was no answer, so he
waited a minute and knocked again, and he was beginning to think she wasn’t
there, but then he heard the faintest response
“Ok I’m a coming”
The door opened and
Sarah stood there leaning against the wall and she was naked apart from a pair
of lace topped black stockings, matching suspender belt and a wry smile on her
lovely face.
“Good morning
sunshine” he said
“Is it?” she replied
without opening her eyes, before turning around going back towards the bed.
Andrew followed her
in, his eyes fixed on her cute naked arse as it wiggled in unison with her
uneven gait, on her way to the bed.
Her Betty Boop dress
and her underwear were discarded on the floor next to two empty wine bottles on
the floor.
She climbed onto the
bed and propped herself up against the headboard and sat with her knees drawn
up in front of her, with elbows rested on them, and her hands pushed her
beautiful thick chestnut brown hair off her forehead away from her bleary eyes.
He sat down on the end
of the bed, so he was looking straight at her and was very grateful, the view was wonderous, her pert breasts surmounted
by perfect deep pink nipples arousing nicely in the cool room.
But as beautiful as
her tits were, his eyes were soon drawn to the glorious thicket that was the
coarse triangle of brunette hair that extended to their fullest extent either
side of her lips.
“Where’s Ian?” he
asked
“He’s gone” she said
sadly
“What already?” I
asked
“He went last night”
she replied coldly “he dumped me”
“What? he shagged you
and then dumped you?”
“No, he dumped me and didn’t
shag me” she said in disbelief “I got all kitted out for him as well”
“I can see that babe”
he said
“What?” she asked and
screwed up her face in a puzzled expression as she tried to decipher his words.
Sarah then opened her
eyes to their fullest extent and looked at him for clarification, so he stood
up so she could see her reflection in the mirror, in order to answer her
enquiry and as her eyes finally focused on the image her state of undress
suddenly dawned on her.
“Oh God” she exclaimed
and shut her thighs like a bear trap and scrambled for the duvet
“You bastard” she
shouted “Why didn’t you tell me I was naked”
“Are you kidding me?”
he said “and pass up the chance to see a gorgeous girl’s treasures”
He realized the
moments the words left his lips that he had shown his hand but hoped she
wouldn’t have noticed as she was so hung over.
Her treasures were now
well and truly buried beneath the duvet and the only visible parts of her were
her bright red face above it, and her stocking covered toes, peeping out from
below.
“Since when did you
think I was gorgeous anyway?” she asked from the safety of her hiding place.
“What do you mean?” he
said cursing himself for letting his guard down, apparently, she wasn’t as hung
over as she appeared
“You said you wouldn’t
pass up the chance to see a gorgeous girl’s treasures” she said, “so when did
you start thinking I was gorgeous?”
That was a question he
was never in his wildest dreams expected to be asked.
“Since forever” he
replied
“Then my gorgeous
treasures are all yours” she said and threw off the duvet.
Santa and Elfie
Were caught in the
buff
At it in the grotto,
Santa and his bit of
stuff
The store manager
Decided to get tough
And sacked them
Saying enough was
enough
Now Santa’s not jolly
In fact he’s quite
gruff
As Santa’s little
helper
Is now up the duff
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, not so Maureen Herdman because she had no one in
her life and she found it difficult to make friends and she didn’t really know
why she even bothered with the party.
On the night before the party Mo got drunk, very drunk, and when her
co-worker Luke Langston returned to the Hotel after spending the evening at a
Jazz Club, he walked into reception to the sound of “ding”, which was the bell
on the reception desk, it was after one o’clock and the Night Porter was on
Duty.
He realised that the rather tipsy figure leaning against the front
desk with her rather generous chest sitting on the countertop was Maureen
Herdman.
The bell rang several more times, but nobody came, so Luke made his
way to the desk.
“Can I help?” he asked her.
“I’m locked out” she slurred “I lost my key somewhere in the bar”
“Did I mention I was in the bar?” she added
“No” he said and smiled
“It’s a very nice bar” she continued “have you been?”
“Yes, I have”
“It’s very big you know, and they have lots of drinks” she said as if
she was imparting some radical new information.
“Well let’s sit over there and have some coffee, while I get someone
to look for your key” He suggested
“I’m not allowed coffee” she said “so yes”
Maureen tottered to the nearest sofa and sat down just as the Night
Porter finally arrived, so Luke explained the situation, the NP confirmed that
a key had been found, and went off to organize some coffee.
The coffee and the room key arrived in short order, and he sat and
chatted with her while she drank.
Although they had worked in the same office for over a year he hadn’t
noticed before that she was a pretty girl, with blue eyes and a lovely smile,
he certainly hadn’t seen her smile before, she normally looked a bit stern.
She also had very lovely legs and huge breasts, both of which he had
noted before but there was a bit too much of her for his taste.
He had never found big women attractive, and he made no apology for that,
his philosophy being “you like what like”, and even though she had a pretty
face he could never envisage bedding her.
A couple of cups of coffee later and Maureen had sobered considerably
“Ok let’s get you up to your room?” he suggested
“Oh yes please” she said and giggled
“Behave, they’ll be none of that” he scolded
“Shame” she said brazenly
Although it was a slow process, he got her upstairs and safely into
her room.
“Well thank you” she said and leant in to kiss his cheek but at the
last second, she kissed him on the mouth and the Nano second their lips touched
Maureen thrust her tongue into his mouth in a wet sloppy fashion, which took
him completely by surprise, though not as much as his own reaction did, when he
responded in kind.
Luke had never looked at Maureen Herdman in a
predatory manner because she was “rounder” than his normal fayre and he was an
advocate of the school of thought that believed the nearer the bone the sweeter
the meat.
But as her tongue energetically explored his mouth, he was warming to
her and beginning to see her in an entirely different light.
As Maureen was showing no signs of letting up and had consolidated her
position by locking her arms around his neck he decided to press on to the next
level.
His hands, which had been on the small of her back slipped down to her
big round buttocks and gave then a squeeze and finding them surprisingly firm,
and they lingered there briefly before ascending beneath her sweater.
Below that was a t-shirt which he began tugging at, to free it from
the waistband of her skirt, in response Maureen sucked her tummy in to
accommodate him and seconds later his hands were climbing up her naked back
towards her bra.
On reaching the substantial piece of engineering that stood between
him and her tits he found that this was not the kind of delicate item of
lingerie he was used to and began tackling the abundance of hooks.
Maureen’s slobbering lips were showing no signs of relenting in their
assault on his mouth as his hands grappled with her huge gravity defying tits,
topped by nipples as stiff as pencil ends.
The kissing was beginning to make his jaws ache, so he thought it was
time to give her something else to think about, so he released her great
bulbous breasts and went up her skirt and dragged her tights and knickers off
her buttocks, and then before he had a chance to think she broke free of their
embrace and bent forward until she was resting her hands on the arms of the
desk chair.
Presented with a great view of her round white arse and ease of access
to her lips, he slipped his fingers between her treacly lips.
As his digits parted her lips, she moaned out the first of many
acquiescing utterances and then while she was still bent over the chair, he
took her satisfyingly from behind while reaching up under her sweater and
cupping her massive tits.
After they had grunted and moaned their way to a mutual conclusion, he
stood there behind her for a moment caressing her great globes as she panted
and when he withdrew, she sank to her knees in a disgraced heap.
When Luke left Maureen’s bed the next morning it was with a new
admiration for the fuller figure and a new resolve to never say never again,
and he looked forward with anticipation to getting inside her fancy dress
outfit after the Christmas party.
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, not so Emma Hale or
Theresa Sindall however because they were already staying at the Hotel, Emma
was the Assistant Managers sister, and Theresa, because she was Company
Secretary and wife of the CEO, and was overseeing the final preparations.
On the night of the
party forty-year-old Theresa, dressed as in a red Rockabilly Dress, had mixed
feelings, the party had been a great success but as usual she had been
abandoned by her husband, who was holding court in the bar.
She had regretted one
thing about the planning and that was the table she had allocated herself; it
was tucked away in a corner so there was no footfall, no passing party goers to
chat with, she was not a great mixer at the best of times, so she just sat at
the table drinking wine.
So, by eleven o’clock
she was sat at a near empty table, the only other occupant being a cute young
redhead, dressed as “Little Orphan Annie” who was preoccupied with her phone,
and she was a little bit drunk and an awful lot horny.
Not that there would
be any point it’s not as if Ken would be in any fit state to satisfy her, so
she tried to put it from her mind and do a bit of people watching.
As she watched the
revellers on the dance floor, she began to picture them naked, the attractive
ones obviously, and then her imagination took over and they were performing sex
acts on each other.
And her thoughts were
getting her hot, and she found herself rubbing her pussy through her dress with
one hand while still holding her wine glass with the other, she didn’t even
stop while a waitress refilled her glass.
It wasn’t long before
Theresa, had hiked up the folds of her dress and petticoats and un-popped the
gusset of her teddy and began fingering herself in earnest, and at the same
time relinquishing her grip on the wine glass so that hand could join its
partner in her masturbation instead.
Her earlier regret at
her choice of table was now moot as it had now become the perfect location to
satisfy herself.
It was a dimly lit
corner, with no passers-by and she was facing the room, and everyone was
clearly visible to her, even though she was not to them.
Theresa did keep half
an eye on the cute young redhead, who was preoccupied with her phone, as she
fingered herself under the table.
Emma Hale was focused on her phone because she was trying to find a
local hook up to scratch her intimate itch, but she was struggling to find
someone to suit her needs.
But when she
eventually looked up at the middle-aged woman across the table from her, who
was wearing a vacant expression, and having had personal experience of
witnessing that expression on a woman, Emma suspected her fingers were busying
themselves under the table.
To confirm her
suspicions, she pretended to drop her phone on the floor and when she bent
forward, she could see the lady’s busy fingers working at her gash.
Emma was only nineteen
and although she was very experienced, she didn’t normally go for the older
women.
Even though she was
very attractive and had a lovely figure, Emma didn’t know if she would be
receptive to her attentions, she was a married woman after all.
Also, Theresa and her
husband were company directors so she could end up, not only being rejected,
but also dismissed.
However, she was very
hot now, so she had another quick look under the table at Theresa’s frigging
and muttered under her breath
“Fuck it, I can get
another job”
So, after a cursory
glance over both shoulders, Emma slid off her chair and slipped under the table
and crawled towards the prize.
Once under the table
Theresa’s minge was still clearly visible to her, but in addition to that, she
could hear audible squelching from Theresa’s wet pussy, and she could smell her
pungent scent.
Emma sat on her
haunches and enjoyed the view for a full minute before she put her hands on
Theresa’s stocking clad knees.
Theresa gasped when
she felt a hand on each knee that pushed her thighs apart, but her fingers
never stopped.
She had no idea who it
was, and she didn’t care, she just inched her pussy forward to the edge of the
chair and hoped, and just at the moment she felt the flick of a tongue between
her lips she noticed the cute redhead opposite was gone.
“Oh my God” she
exclaimed and lifted the tablecloth to confirm she was being noshed by a girl
half her age and then had to use a serviette to stifle her moans.
After taking Theresa
over the edge to nirvana Emma immerged from beneath the table and sat in the
chair beside her boss, before using the edge of the tablecloth to wipe
Theresa’s juice off her face.
“That was amazing” she
said and squeezed Emma’s hand
“You didn’t mind me
joining the party then?” she asked
“I loved it” she
replied
“Good, so did I” Emma
said and slipped her knickers off and put them on the table in front of
Theresa, wet patch on display.
“Now it’s your turn”
Emma said and held her hand
“I’ve never done it
before” she responded and then slithered off her chair.
In preparation she sat
on the edge of the chair with her thighs spread wide and leant forward and
rested on her elbows with her head down as if she was staring at her phone, and
then she could feel Theresa’s breath caressing her wet minge before she
hungrily consumed her.
Theresa was smiling
broadly when she crawled out from beneath the table and into her chair and then
she picked up Emma knickers and wiped her face with them and blushed.
“I really wish I could
kiss you right now” Theresa said
“Me too” Emma
responded “Come to my room and you’ll get you wish”
“I can’t” she said “I
have to find my husband”
“Why? He’ll be too
drunk to satisfy you the way I can” Emma said
“I do love him though”
Theresa said
“Yes, but he doesn’t
make you feel the way you feel right now though does he” Emma pointed out and
Theresa smiled
“Ok” she said and
began pulling her skirt up
“What are you doing?”
Emma asked
“I’m going to refasten
my teddy” she replied
“No, just leave it”
Emma said
“But…” she began
“I’m not putting my
knickers back on” Emma said and put them in her handbag
“God I’m so hot right
now” Theresa said “Really hot”
“Good, let’s get you
upstairs before you go off the boil” Emma said
“Not much chance of
that” Theresa said “But let’s hurry just in case”
