Choice Tales from the Vale – (364) Christmas Eve

 

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 it was going to be a big night on Christmas Eve 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 his girlfriend, 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 outfits, though not the customers, but much to their credit many of them did anyway, by varying degrees.

Barmaids Ausra and Angela were dressed as an Elf and a Fairy respectively and James was in a Santa suit, but when they were setting up for the evening, Danielle was wearing the same Christmas sweater and leggings she had worn on Christmas Jumper day when she felt the benefit of James’s cock for the first time.

As far as James was concerned nobody wore a Christmas Jumper quite like Danielle, he loved the way her ample braless breasts constantly rearranged themselves inside her sweater.

At 7.30 Danielle disappeared upstairs for half an hour and when she came down, she had changed outfits.

When she emerged through the door, she had tinsel in her brunette hair, and she was wearing a red Dress adorned with candy canes and snowflakes.

It had a figure-hugging bodice with a daring neckline and flared knee length skirt with white fur trim.

Her gorgeous legs were clad in red and white striped stockings, and she stood atop red stiletto pixie boots.

“Wow” he exclaimed as he was wiping the bar in readiness for the next punter and he thought she looked really cute, and he looked forward to liberating her from her Christmas outfit after closing time.

“I love your stripy tights”

“They’re not tights” she retorted and gave him a saucy grin as she lifted the hem of her dress. 

“They’re stockings”

Then she lifted it higher to show off her sexy red satin Cami knickers with white lace round the legs.

“Gorgeous” he said as he felt a swelling in his pants that would be with him for the rest of the night.

 

It was a busy night as you would expect for Christmas Eve and the tills were ringing and the tip jar overflowed, but there were moments of respite, and it was in one of those that she said

“I hope you have something special for me tonight, Santa”

“I’m almost certain that you’re on the naughty list” James retorted

“No, I’m on the nice and naughty list” Danielle said and giggled

“Well, I don’t think I have any presents left” he said

“Oh, but Santa, I’ll be really good” she said and began groping at his crotch.

“I’m sure you’ll be good, but you’ll still be a naughty girl” he said just as a group of giggle girls approached the bar.

About half an hour later she went in the kitchen to get more ice and he followed her and snook up on her and ran his hand up her skirt and then up the leg of her Cami Knickers and squeezed her bum cheek.

“Get off” she squealed and giggled “Get off”

“Get them off did you say?” he asked

“Get off” she repeated still giggling

“No problem at all” James said and yanked her knickers off her arse and pulled them down to her knees, and then he spanked her bare arse twice and went back to the bar.

 

At the end of a very profitable night the last of the patrons were ushered off the premises amidst a chorus of Merry Christmases 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, James let Ausra and Angela out and bolted the door.

Normally Danielle would help James cash up but not that night because the moment James reached the bar, she launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and clamping her hot mouth over his and as her darting tongue explored every inch of his mouth she snorted noisily through her nose.

James took full advantage during the passionate kiss and grappled up her skirt and found her stocking tops and suspenders, as his hand explored further up, he was surprised to find the crotch of her satin knickers were already damp.

He broke away from her embrace and said

“Let’s get you upstairs, Santa has a present for you”

“Oh goody” Danielle said excitedly “where is it?”

“I think you know very well where it is” said Santa “Let’s go upstairs and find it”

“Oh, I don’t think we need to go upstairs” she said as she vigorously stroked his cock, before pushing him backwards until he had to sit down on one of the big chairs, then she sat on his lap and kissed him passionately.

The moment her arse hit his lap his hand disappeared beneath the hem of her skirts until they reached the top of her thigh and she squirmed on his lap murmuring as he entered her satin panties, and his fingers were amongst the coarse hair of her Minge.

Danielle moaned softly as his digits explored her bush and dallied before they descended into to the abyss of her creamy cunny, and she let out a hoary growl as he fingered her hot syrupy slit and stimulated her clit.

She moaned in pleasure at his touch as she stroked her juicy cunny and every moan and grunt, she made brought her closer and closer to orgasm until finally she screamed out as she came beneath his touch.

When the hot and heavy petting was over, they quickly stood up and he bent Mrs. Claus over on the big chair and yanked her red satin Cami Knickers off her pert arse exposing her cute cheeks and her whiskered lips, then he removed the belt from his waist and threw open his jacket, under which he was naked, and he plugged his festive cock right into her creamy wetness.

“Do you like your present?” he asked

“Oh yes Santa” she panted as he banged her from behind “Oh yes I love it Santa”

She panted and moaned until that sublime moment when she yelled

“Oh my God” and Santa emptied his sack

“Damn” she said “that was really dirty” she said as he pulled out of her

“I’m sorry” he said

“Don’t be sorry” she said as she wriggled out of her knickers “I love dirty”

“Then get upstairs and you can have some more” he suggested, and she was already running to the door before he finished the sentence

Choice Tales from the Vale – (442) Gamey Christmas Eve

 

The Dulcets were a collection of villages and hamlets comprising of Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet St Mary, Dulcet Green and Dulcet-on-Brooke, to name but a few, and of course Dulcet-on-Willow which was a large sprawling village beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which ran unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke, and it was on the banks of the river where the Marshall family home was situated and the Marshall’s were playing host to the Ridings during Christmas.

On the last Saturday before the big day youngest son Johnny Marshall came upon his sixteen-year-old cousin Chantal Ridings standing in the middle of his bedroom, completely naked wearing only jewellery, tinsel in her hair and a smile.

Following that the first of several sexual encounters occurred between them in the kitchen.

 

On Christmas Eve Johnny slipped out of bed and left his bedroom, wearing only a bathrobe, his manhood stirring in the way it did for young men and met Chantal coming the other way, wearing nothing but a short nightie.

“Hello gorgeous” he said and cupped her huge breast and toyed with her nipple

“Stop it, I’m really horny” she said and slipped her hand inside his robe and grabbed his shaft “And so are you”

Unfortunately, someone began walking up the stairs so they both had to break off their fondling and were going to go their separate ways when the footfalls went back down, so they paused. 

Then Johnny gasped as Chantal knelt on the floor and began sucking his cock.

“God you really are horny”

Sadly, the figure on the stairs began climbing them again, so they once again bloke off their smutty exchange, Chantal returned to her room muttering expletives under her breath and Johnny went into the bathroom cursing their bad luck while wondering how he was going to piss with a serious hard on.

 

After his shower he slipped his robe back on and opened the door just as Chantal emerged from her room again carrying a towel.

“Oh, good my turn” she said

“Great idea” he retorted and pulled her into the bathroom, locked the door and pushed her against the wall and kissed her

“Stop it” she said “Behave”

“What do you mean behave? I thought you were horny”

“I was” she replied

“So, what changed?” he asked

“A cheeky finger” she giggled

“Well, I’ll just have to get you horny again” he said and lifted her up, so her pert arse was sitting on top of the cistern.

“Oh, that’s chilly” she giggled then he sat on the toilet in front of her as he pulled her legs apart.

“No don’t” she said shyly and covered her pussy with her hands

“I haven’t showered yet, I’m not…. Fresh”

“Good” he said and began kissing her inner thigh, and as he proceeded upward along her thigh, he could smell her pungent unwashed scent, not perfume, or powder or scented soap, just a wonderful mix of femininity, arousal and stale lust, and the gamey, heady fragrance fully aroused him.

As his lips reached the top of her thigh her hands yielded access to her 

her pungent pink pussy, which was too inviting for him to ignore, so he unceremoniously plunged into the salty rime and licked out her clamshell.
“Oh God Jon” she moaned as he licked her out and she gasped “Ok I admit it, I’m horny”

He stood in front of her, Chantal’s pungent bouquet was all around his mouth, and he smiled as he pulled her nighty off over her head.

He took a moment to admire her huge breasts as they hung like ripe fruit, and her glorious lush, yet bedraggled, hairy bush, then he kissed her as he thrust his cock between her wet whiskers, and she let out a long coarse breath.

 

When he pulled out of her quivering quim, the panting object of his lust lowered herself down, so she was sitting on the toilet seat and extracted the last drops of spunk from his bell end and then attended to the glistening coat of grease she had secreted along his shaft.

However, before she could complete the job there was a knock on the door and a voice said

“Hurry up Chantal, other people want to get in there”

“Ok mum, I’m nearly done” she replied and licked the remainder of her cum from his cock.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (441) The Christmas Bathroom Domestic

 

Mornington-By-Mere is a small country village lying in the Finchbottom Vale nestled between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest and the rolling Pepperstock Hills.

It is a quaint picturesque village, a proper chocolate box picturesque idyll, with a Manor House, 12th Century Church, a Coaching Inn, Windmills, an Old Forge, a Schoolhouse, a River and a Mere.

But this Christmas tale is set in the Manor House over Christmas 1962, when the house was full of the St George clan and their peripheral family and the Molesworth’s fell into the latter group.

Twenty-six-year-old Tristan Molesworth was the family throwback being 6ft 4 with flaming red hair, this was to be his last Christmas at the manor and indeed his last in the UK as he was emigrating to New Zealand in the following spring to run the farm he had inherited from his great uncle.

 

On his fourth day at the house, Christmas Eve, he was not, as was his habit, up early but he did have an early riser.

He had been laying in his bed thinking about the cute house maid that had he had skewered the previous morning which culminated in Amy screaming out in orgasm.

It was those reminiscences of shagging the cute domestic that resulted in him sporting a very striking erection which, in the absence of the horny housemaid, he decided he would take across the hall to the bathroom and deal with it.

The St George’s had very modern plumbing, so they had an excellent shower over the bath.

He was already in the shower and had already given himself a couple of strokes before Amy joined him, and on that morning, he had no need to undress her as Amy was already naked.

“Sorry I’m late sir” she said

Amy was a year or two younger than Tristan straight brown hair and a rather plain, heavily freckled face, but lovely blue eyes, a cute nose, and a thin-lipped smile.

He was in the shower, and she sat down on the edge of the bath and took his cock in her mouth and teased and toyed with his erection to great effect.

Amy then stood up wearing a broad grin and leant back against the tiles and eased her small frame into the corner as droplets of water ran down her freckled skin to her pert breasts and dripped off her hard proud nipples.

Amy lifted one foot up and planted it on the edge of the bath for purchase, and then the small delicate fingers of one hand combed their way through her wet pubes before descending between her hairy lips.

He watched intently and began tugging on his shaft in rhythm with her fingering until she suddenly stopped and opened her legs as far as she could, which he took as his signal to fuck her, and he eagerly obliged as he slipped easily in between her greasy lips and his presence inside her was greeted with an appreciative moan.

With each thrust her buttocks slapped against the tiles as he banged her and on the short strokes her buttocks squeaked like new shoes until they both came in a juddering climax.

 

Afterwards he was shattered, he had never had as much sex as he had had in the three days since their first time, and his legs had completely gone after a real old fashioned knee trembler.

He had to sit in the bath to recharge his batteries, he just sat there with the shower spraying down on him for about five minutes.

By the time he re-emerged from the bathroom, still dripping wet, Amy was already fully dressed.

“You’ve recovered then Sir” she said and laughed

“I’ll remember that the next time you’re eager for it,” he said in response

“You’ll still have me though” she said and walked over and kissed him and he grabbed her and scooped her up in his arms

“Put me down you’ll get me all wet,” she protested

“That’s just how I like you” he teased and then they kissed, but that was all they did as she had to get back to work.

“Well, you’ll have to wait until tomorrow now” she insisted

So, he put her down and she giggled as she sponged herself dry.

“Or this afternoon” she said as she sat down and watched him drying himself and by the lascivious look in her eye he couldn’t tell if she was remembering what she’d just had or imagining what she was going to get the next time and he knew there would be a next time.      

Choice Tales from the Vale – (440) The Christmas Eve Thaw

 

December 24th

 

In mid-December wealthy businessman Oliver Beaumont was in Scotland for the funeral of an old family friend, and the wake was held at the Glen Carrick Castle, which is where he was reunited with Pandora Molesworth, a very distant cousin.

After a pleasant dinner together accompanied by copious quantities of booze, and then the restaurant staff made it clear that they had worn out their welcome, so she said

“Let’s go to your room for a Nightcap”

In his room after a period of conversation she initiated a sexual encounter but as his hands explored her thigh beneath her hem, she suddenly broke off

“Stop! It’s no good” she said

“Hang on what’s wrong?” he asked

“The same thing that always bloody happens” she snarled “Nothing”

So, their newfound relationship had begun in very inauspicious circumstances when her attempted seduction ended with her confession of frigidity.

 

However, on the journey back to Downshire following an act of immodest opportunism, he repeatedly sullied her on the train in their first-class compartment, to such an extent that her legs couldn’t support her own weight.

 

Since returning to Downshire she had been a guest on the Beaumont Estate in Chapel Hill, which was Oliver’s luxurious home, which consisted of a 17th century farmhouse, which had been converted and added to over the years.

The barns and outbuildings had also been converted, there was a gym, a pool and garages and staff accommodation.

 

Once Pandora had regained her strength Oliver entered into a cycle of dealing with her frigidity by finding inventive ways of getting her wet, so she could be sullied to their mutual satisfaction.

As time went on it got easier to get her aroused in fact when they went Christmas shopping in Abbottsford two days before Christmas, she got turned on in the lingerie department of Hanratty’s department store when he talked about what he would do to her when she was wearing them, and they had to get to get to the hotel in short order.    

 

They woke up at the Regents Hotel the next morning, and as they had a leisurely day planned, they started with a relaxing bath together, and she was laid back against his chest, Pandora had loosely tied her hair up to keep it out of the water and he kissed her neck and looked down at her breasts which were under the water, but her nipples kept breaking the surface.

It was a very relaxing bath, and he was trying to decide whether to finger her under table during breakfast and have her back in the room again or give her a cheeky finger in the car back to Chapel Hill and have her in his four poster, but his dirty thoughts betrayed him when his erection began pressing against her back.

“I can feel that” she said and giggled “You’re planning how you’re going to sully my beautiful young body again, I hope”

“Always” he said and twitched his cock which made her laugh.  

However, as they lay with their dirty thoughts in the bath beneath the bubbles she suddenly said

“I don’t believe it”    

“What’s the matter?” he asked with alarm

“Well because you were perving all the knickers and talking dirty to me, and then dragged me back here to ravish me, I didn’t finish my Christmas shopping” she explained

“That’s not quite how I remember it” he said “I seem to recall you saying “I’m very very wet right now, get me in a taxi right now”

“Stop being pedantic” she said as she stood up and he lay back and admired the view as her cute arse arose from the water between his legs and her round plump naked buttocks were only inches from his face, so he kissed one cheek and nibbled the other and she giggled and was still giggling when he stood up behind and after kissing her neck he wrapped a bath sheet around her, and she got out the bath first and she turned and stared at his erect cock as he followed and she handed him a towel and they began drying each other.

“So, what did you forget to buy yesterday?” he asked while he sat on the edge of the bath drying her legs

“Wrapping paper, tags, ribbons, bows, all that kind of stuff” she replied “and I didn’t forget, I was distracted by a pervert”

“We can stop at Stephenson’s on the way home they’ll have everything you need” he suggested but she tutted in response

“Oh, can’t we go back to Hanratty’s” she asked pathetically

“Of course,” he said, and she kissed him

 

Because their leisurely day had gone out of the window it meant breakfast in the dining room wasn’t going to happen so Oliver ordered room service and they got themselves dressed while they waited.

“Jeans?” he asked when she emerged from the bathroom

“They’re my anti pervert wear” she retorted and smiled “I don’t want any distractions, no matter how toe curling they might be”

“No cheeky finger in the car home then” he thought to himself

 

So resigned to the fact he wasn’t going to be dipping his wick after breakfast, but safe in the knowledge there would be some later delights, they went downstairs and had the concierge call them a cab.

They had the taxi drop them at the entrance of the Phoenix Shopping Centre and followed the slow-moving pack of fellow Christmas Shoppers inside.

 

They managed to get everything she wanted and more in under an hour so rewarded themselves by going to Labuschagne Coffee House for coffee and pastries, where he phoned Sarah Treadgood to pick them up.

 

Back in Chapel Hill they spent the afternoon wrapping Christmas presents in the study, which they put under the tree, before going upstairs to get changed ready for Christmas Eve dinner with the Treadgood’s.

It was what Alicia called a “dressing up” meal so Oliver was wearing a suit and the ladies would be in nice dresses.

Pandora wore a midnight blue sleeveless number with matching shoes and what he hoped were stockings.

He could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra, and a quick grope up her skirt would answer the stockings/tights question as well establishing if she was commando or not.

He decided not to do it at that precise moment but to wait until dinner when he could explore up her dress under the table.        

 

The evening didn’t get off to a flyer as Oliver’s plan to finger Pandora under the table was thwarted when she sat to his left rather than his right, he did his best work with his right hand, but he put it from his mind.

The dinner was amazing, another of Alicia’s specials, and the wine flowed, except in Sarah’s direction as she was teetotal, and the conversation was sparkling, but when they got to the coffee and mints stage of the evening Pandora put her hand on his knee, which then immediately traversed up his thigh.

He took a sip of coffee as her hand reached his fly and her fingers pulled down the zip.

Pandora the hurriedly searched for his cock and was soon holding him in the palm of her hand and her fingers wrapped around him and tugged on him expertly.
She played with his shaft, while conducting a conversation with Alicia across the table.

She could easily have spanked him off but that was not what she had planned his swollen member.

“Well, we’ll see you in an hour” Alicia said “Midnight Mass starts at 11 o’clock”

 

The moment the door closed Pandora was up on her feet, kicked off her shoes and walked round behind him and pulled his chair out from under the table and he sat there with his erection pointing upwards and she had a wicked smile on her face as she climbed on his lap and slithered down on him and let out a long breathy sigh.

Well, he already knew that she was commando, but his hands went up her dress and he knew the answer to the stockings/tights question.

Pandora wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and hooked her heels around the chair legs and then rode him on the chair, pounding on his shaft with her velvety wet pussy, her pelvis pumping on his piston frenetically while Oliver’s hands gripped her firm buttocks as they rose and fell on him, her delicious moans in his ear were through gritted teeth and were growing in intensity as the pace quickened.

Both of them knew they wouldn’t last long as she just pumped and pumped until she came with an animal yell and his cock pulsed inside her as he ejaculated.

After a few moments Pandora kissed him and climbed off his wilting tool wearing a self-satisfied look on her face.

“You can put it away now” she said and kissed him again

“I’m going to have to get this suit cleaned” he said “but it was well worth it”

 

When they were leaving to get in the car for the drive to St Tristan's Pandora suddenly stopped dead in her tracks with a panic stricken look on her face

“What’s the matter darling?”

“I’ve got no knickers on” she whispers “I can’t go to church with no knickers on, especially when I’m still all lusty down there”

“Where are you going?”

“Upstairs to get some drawers on” she replied quietly

“No need”

“There is, I’m not a slut”

“There’s no need” he said and held up a pair of navy-blue knickers

“You bastard, how did you know?” she said

“It was and educated guess” he replied, and she kissed him before she slipped around the corner to make herself decent and when she returned, she said

“Now we can go and welcome Christ into the world.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (439) Slutty Christmas Commando

 

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 and on Christmas Eve Mike was still getting ready to go out when there was a knock on the door and when he opened it, he found Sue Mazzone wearing a very slutty Christmas Dress.

“Happy Christmas” she said

“What’s going on?” he asked “I wasn’t expecting to see you”

“You got lucky” she replied

“I’m actually on my way out to Midnight Mass” Mike said

“I don’t have time for what you have in time”

“You don’t have time for what?”

“For what you have in mind” he said knowingly

“There’s always time for cock” she insisted and then her tongue was in his mouth

“I don’t have time; I need to finish getting ready” he said and went upstairs.

When he came back downstairs, he didn’t know what he was going to find, but he wasn’t expecting to find her lying beneath the tree with wrapping paper loosely draped about her body and this time she wasn’t wearing a slutty Christmas Dress, or any knickers, in fact she wasn’t wearing anything at all.

“Are you sure you have to go?” she asked as she pulled the wrapping paper aside to reveal her fingering her pussy, so he unzipped his fly.

Once she had un-wrapped his present, he wasted no time in thoroughly enjoying the contents.

 

“I’ll be back in an hour” he said, as he finished redressing, to his slutty companion laying beneath her wrapping paper giggling, then he went out the door and he was very nearly late for midnight mass.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (438) Christmas Sex Poodle

 

Liam and Sabine had been apart for six months following a silly row that neither of them would back down from.

So, they lived unhappily apart because they were both too proud.

All through their separation Sabine took selfies of herself in varying states of undress, either completely naked or wearing her best lingerie, she was normally drunk when she took them, she even took some of her fingering herself.

The first picture she took was after an act of spite when  she had her fanny waxed, because she knew that Liam really liked her Hairy, but she regretted it almost immediately and got really drunk for the first time.

It was during that period of anger, self-pity, and low self-esteem that the drunken masturbation sessions began, sometimes with a finger, sometimes with a toy, but always videoed on her phone.

When she took selfies or videos in her confused drunken state it was with the intention of sending them to Liam to illustrate to him exactly what he was missing.

But she never got quite drunk enough to hit send on her phone.

So, she descended into a spiral off alcohol induced self-abuse until it all came to a head on the night before Christmas Eve, she had just too much alcohol to restrain herself and just too little to enable her to hit send.

When she awoke the next morning, she was mortified when she realized what she had done.      

“Hello Liam” Sabine said sheepishly

“Hi Sabine” he said “I got your message”

“Oh God” she sighed “And did you look at the attachments “

“Oh yes” he replied

“You must think I’m really slutty?” she said

“No, I think you’re really horny” Liam retorted

“Did you like it then?”

“Are you kidding me, I am so hard right now” he replied

“Good, because I’m outside” Sabine said

“Outside where?”

“Outside on your doorstep” she said

“What? you’re here now?”

“Yes” she replied, and he rushed to the door and when he opened the door, there she was, his beautiful Sabine and she was wearing a dress.

“I can’t see a naked girl anywhere” he said “there is a really cute girl in a woolly hat but no sex poodle”

“Shut up and kiss me” she said, so he duly obliged and held her tightly.

“My God you really did like the video, didn’t you?” she exclaimed as she felt his cock against her pelvis.

“Ah you noticed” he said

“How could I not” she retorted

“I’m not like that anymore, I’m furry down there again now”

“Good I really love your fur” he replied “let’s go and see how well it’s growing”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (437) The Christmas Bedroom Domestic

 

Mornington-By-Mere is a small country village lying in the Finchbottom Vale nestled between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest and the rolling Pepperstock Hills.

It is a quaint picturesque village, a proper chocolate box picturesque idyll, with a Manor House, 12th Century Church, a Coaching Inn, Windmills, an Old Forge, a Schoolhouse, a River and a Mere.

But this Christmas tale is set in the Manor House over Christmas 1962, when the house was full of the St George clan and their peripheral family and the Molesworth’s fell into the latter group.

Twenty-six-year-old Tristan Molesworth was the family throwback being 6ft 4 with flaming red hair, this was to be his last Christmas at the manor and indeed his last in the UK as he was emigrating to New Zealand in the following spring to run the farm he had inherited from his great uncle.

 

On his third day at the house, he was not, as was his habit, up early but he did have an early riser.

He had been laying in his bed thinking about the sexual encounter he’d had in the Library the night before with the cute house maid that had caught his eye over the previous days, he wasn’t normally attracted to the domestics but there was something about this one and he was trying to figure out how he might get to shag her again, and it was those thoughts about shagging the girl that had resulted in him sporting a very striking erection which he had just decided he would take across the hall to the bathroom and deal with it.

However just as he got midway between the bed and his dressing gown the maid, the cute maid, Amy Galasso, suddenly appeared at the door.

“I’m sor…” she began but stopped and stared at his sizable erection with its shock of red hair at its root, and there they stood for an indeterminate time, Amy fully dressed and Tristan stark bollock naked and sporting a serious hard on.

“I thought you’d gone already” she explained whilst still staring at his cock.

“I slept in” he said strangely feeling no embarrassment under her gaze and in fact the opposite was true, and he found it rather exciting, especially as she was indirectly responsible for it, and when she stepped inside the room and closed the door the excitement grew.

Amy walked slowly towards him but stopped abruptly as if suddenly losing confidence.

She flicked her eyes up and made the briefest contact with his, enough to cause her to blush but not enough to prevent her from returning her gaze immediately to his swollen cock and her greedy eyes consumed it.

Tristan sat down on the bed and watched Amy remove her apron to reveal her housemaid uniform before removing her shoes one at a time and stood there in the middle of the room.

“Don’t stop there,” Tristan said

“No, you have to do it” she replied “Sir”

So, he stood up and stepped towards her, her gaze still fixed unashamedly on his cock, pausing only to kiss him.

It was a long deep liquid kiss with darting tongues, a quite electric kiss with just the right amount of urgency.

She stood back again giving him another long appraising look and she bit her lip as she stared at his erection.

They kissed again, but this time her small hands busied themselves caressing his naked flesh while Tristan used one hand and unbuttoned the front of her maids uniform and the other one was on her shoulder and instantly pulled the sleeve of her dress down her arm, Amy obligingly slipped her arm out, and as he repeated the operation with the other sleeve the uniform fell away to the floor and Amy used her tiny feet to kick it away.

He glanced in the mirror and could see the reflection of her rear aspect as she stood there in just her underclothes and stockings.

She had a cute little figure and a gorgeous little arse, which he quickly fondled before his hands proceeded upwards and unhooked her bra and the fabric fell away, so he was able to see her small breasts encased behind the white cups.

He didn’t wait to discard the garment first he just moved his hand straight to the prize and cupped her tit and she sighed and kissed him again, snorting air in deeply through her nose as he toyed with her stiffening nipple.

Their mouths disengaged briefly, and she took the opportunity to wriggle free from her harness and as the fabric fell away, he had an unrestricted view of her small breasts.

Still fondling her breast, they kissed again but his cock was throbbing and there was a tell-tale ache in his balls, so reluctantly he released her pert tittie and instead slid his hands down inside her big knickers to fondle the flesh of her plump cheeks.

It took little effort to push them down over her buttocks to the top of her thighs, then he picked her up and in one fluid motion turned and threw her onto the bed, she gave a little scream as she landed on the bed followed by a fruity chuckle when he grabbed her ankle and pulled her knickers off her ankles.

When she was naked, apart from her suspender belt and utilitarian stockings, he gave her a thorough appraisal, every inch of her small, freckled frame with the pert tits and their stiffened nipples and a flat stomach leading to her gloriously hairy brunette bush.

He dropped to his knees and began kissing his way up her thigh to that magnificent minge.

He proceeded upward along her thigh, and he could smell her pungent odour, a wonderful mix of femininity, arousal, and three days since it was last bathed, and this heady fragrance spurred him on.

He looked up briefly and saw Amy laying there with eyes closed biting her lip and as she opened up wide for him then Tristan buried his face in her moist minge.

Once he had satisfied both Amy and his own animal appetite, he began kissing his way up her body, her primeval fragrance all around his mouth, he stopped when he reached her breasts and sucked on her teats while he fingered her hot pussy with two fingers.

Amy moaned deliciously as he frigged her and barked like a seal as she came.

He raised his head from his task to revel in her extraordinary exclamation.

Leaving her misshapen nipples wet with his saliva, he put his hand behind her neck and lifted her head up towards him so he could kiss her.

Despite his face still being wet with her pungent juices she responded urgently to his kiss, her tongue darting energetically in and out of his mouth.

Taking her by surprise he pushed her onto her back again and she looked up at him wickedly.

Tristan was still kneeling on the floor and with her lying stretched out before him with one hand grasping a handful of duvet and the other playing with her swollen nipple.

She spread her legs wide, and her juicy quim was at the perfect height to receive him.

She sucked in air through her teeth as he penetrated her, and her skinny legs instantly wrapped around him.

“Ahhh” she exclaimed when he was all the way inside her.

Amy wriggled like a fish on the riverbank as he repeatedly skewered her tight juicy fanny, and it was wetting his balls more and more with every stroke.

She loudly exclaimed three times in quick succession making the same delicious sound, like a mother panting through a contraction, followed by a more expressive moaning.

He knew he couldn’t hold off much longer as he pumped her pussy and he was very close to that ecstatic moment of conclusion,

Amy’s next big orgasm would be the finale for them both.

He had a great rhythm going and her skinny legs were still gripping him hard and as the strokes shortened her the pattern of her breathing changed, exclamations becoming soft rhythmic pants, until

“Ooh”

“Ooh”

They reached that perfect point of climax when they both came together, and she screamed at the top of her lungs as he emptied his sac into her grateful gash.

“Ahhhhhh”

When he pulled out of her quivering quim, she let out a long soft sigh of satisfaction and he said,

“I’m so glad I slept late”