Choice Tales from the Vale – (498) The Dwindling Star and the Christmas Adventure

 

Downshire is a relatively small English county but that didn’t bother its inhabitants, they may not have been the biggest, but they were in no doubt that they were the best, and that belief was no truer than in the southern town off Abbottsford which was Downshire’s administrative capital and the seat of the Downshire government.

It was also a place of learning thanks to the Downshire University, it could also boast that it was a Cathedral City and was home to Abbottsford Town football Club and benefitted from the counties premier Hotel, the Abbottsford Regents.

 

From mid-November the Hotel played host to “A List” American Actress Robin Van Meeuwen, she was staying in the Tudor suite, one of the most expensive and was expecting to be there for a prolonged stay as she was starring in a revival of Agatha Christies, The Man in the Brown Suit, at the  Empire Theatre and was in rehearsals for a January opening, which was her comeback.

Robin had been in the spotlight since she was 7 years old when she was first cast in a successful Sitcom and quickly established herself as a regular until it was cancelled ten years later, guest appearances in among other shows as NCIS, CSI, Criminal Minds and Stargate SG1 followed, as well as theatre work and Movie parts.

But at the age of twenty-five she won the Role of Petrona in Starfighter Squadron which cemented her as a star in the firmament for over a decade.

However, three things happened in her life in quick succession which derailed her career and life.

Firstly, her husband of ten years shocked her to the core when “out of the blue” he left her for a 19-year-old blonde, second without any warning she was written out of Starfighter Squadron and then finally she turned thirty-five which she blamed for the other two.

Those three events shattered her confidence and left her feeling like a worthless Has-been and she could not work for a year and locked herself away from the world.

When she emerged, her self-esteem was rock bottom, and she was left feeling old, talentless, and unattractive.

It was only her remarkably close and long-term friend Jasmin Fureaux, who dragged her back from the abyss and got her back on the boards to star in her directorial debut, and that was how she ended up at the age of thirty-seven staying at the Regents, but she was still damaged.

 

Her one release was the use of “Male Escorts” which she used like a hair shirt or self-flagellation, to punish and degrade herself.

However, at the beginning of December 30-year-old Receptionist Cameron Vale, who had fantasied about her since he was a schoolboy, took a phone call from Carl, the latest escort she had booked.

Cameron knocked on the door of the Tudor suite to inform her that her man was not coming, and she jumped to the conclusion that he was Carls’s replacement and as he had fantasized about fucking her for years, he decided to go along with it.

 

And at the end of the night when she found out he was not an escort he told her to text him if she wanted to do it again.

Well, she did text him, every day, and every day he went to her suite and used her and abused her while giving her positive reinforcement, the only common denominator being bondage.

Spreadeagled on the bed, facedown and faceup, bent over furniture, hanging from fixtures, and tied, in various derivations, to the four-poster bed.

But on Christmas Eve instead of the usual round of sex games they made love for the first time and after climax she panted

“That was wonderful,”

He kissed her again and withdrew and rolled off her and she let out a rather smug self-satisfied sigh as she cuddled up to him.

“When can we do it again?” she asked with her head on his chest.

“Soon, your fanny won’t have finished farting yet”.

He said and she giggled like a schoolgirl then after a few minutes she added.

“Are we still going to do the dirty stuff?”

“Not tonight, but yes” he said.

“We can do romantic love making as well as dirty fun”.

“Oh good” she replied.

 

As she lay with her head on his chest in the afterglow she asked

“Do you have to work tomorrow?”

“No, I have the next three days off” he replied.

“Really? Will you have Christmas Dinner with me tomorrow, in the restaurant?” she asked hopefully?

“I’d rather not” he replied.

“Oh!” she exclaimed.

“I want you to have Christmas Lunch with me in Springwater” he continued.

“I thought….” She began. 

“You thought I didn’t want to be with you” he said and kissed her trembling lips.

“You are the only one in the world I ever want to be with”.

He kissed her again and then they made love.

 

“Where is Springwater?” she asked still breathless from another tender fuck.

“It’s a village in the Pepperstock Hills National Park, my parents have a cottage there”.

“Oh, I don’t think I’m ready to meet your parents” she said with alarm, and he laughed.

“Don’t worry, they’re in Spain, it will just be the two of us”.

“Oh ok” she said with relief.

“Now go to sleep, we have to be up early in the morning” he said kissed the top of her head and turned off the light.

 

They were up early on Christmas morning, and he was up Robin before they’d even wiped the sleep from their eyes, as a Christmas gift to each other.

Then they showered, fucked again and then ordered breakfast in bed.

After breakfast they set off for Springwater in Cameron’s car, Robin didn’t have a car, in fact she didn’t even drive, so he drove, and she slept most of the way so missed most of the scenery.

 

The National Park stretched from the bare, and often barren crags of Oxley Ridge in the North to the dense wooded southern slopes on the fringe of the Finchbottom Vale and from Quarry Hill, and the Pits in the West to Pepperstock Bay in the East.

It is an area of stark contrasts and attracted a variety of visitors.

The quarry hill side of the park to the west, as the name suggests, was heavily Quarried over several hundred years, though more extensively during the industrial revolution, the Quarries had been un-worked for over fifty years and nature had reclaimed them and the former pits had become lakes and were very popular with anglers and the sparse shrubbery and woodland made it popular spot with courting couples whereas the northern crags and fells were popular with climbers and more hardy folk, it was also where the village of Springwater was to be found, which was where Cameron’s parents had their cottage.

 

Robin woke up about five minutes before they arrived, and she woke up horny so as soon as they got inside the cottage, she wanted him inside her.

However, he was adamant that he needed to get lunch underway so after stuffing the Turkey he stuffed Robin.

And that was how their first Christmas together went, sex and turkey.

 

They started Boxing Day in similar style when he woke up to find Robim impaled on his cock and when she had finished sullying herself on his rod, they lay in bed planning their day.

“Let’s go out on the quad” he suggested.

“Quad?”

“Quad bike, it’s a nice day out there” he said.

“It’s a nice day in here” she retorted “and squeezed his cock”.

“Theres plenty of time for that” he said.

“Theres certainly plenty of cock” she insisted.

“Later” he said and got out of bed “after our outdoor adventure”.

“I’m an actress I have stunt doubles to do that kind of thing” she pointed out.

“And I don’t even have any clothes for outdoor adventures”.

“You’ll find some of Megan’s stuff in the bottom two drawers” he said pointing at the chest of drawers.

“Who’s Megan?” she asked suspiciously.

“Don’t panic, she’s my sister” he said.

“I didn’t know you had a sister”.

“Yes” he said, “You’ll like her”. 

“Where is she?”

“She’s working over Christmas, she’s a midwife at the Winston Churchill in Abbottsford. you’ll get to see her at New Years”.

“You’re going to introduce me to your sister?” she asked.

“Of course, I am” he replied.

“Really?”

“Yes” he replied, and she grinned.

“Now get you horny little arse in the shower”.

“You too?

“No because you can’t be trusted, you’ll want to get dirty instead of clean” he replied,

“They’ll be other times for making love in the shower”.

 

When Robin came out of the bathroom Cameron went in and when he reemerged from the bathroom Robin was stood by the bed, still with a towel wrapped around her, and she was laying out the clothes she was going to wear, a lumberjack shirt, matching blue bra and pants, long woollen socks, and baggy jeans.

“You won’t be needing that today” he said putting her bra back in the drawer.

“Well, if I can’t wear that then I’m not wearing these either” she retorted and put her knicker back in the drawer.

“Even better” he said.

“You’re planning something dirty, aren’t you?” she asked suspiciously.

“Always” he replied “always”.

 

Having provided Robin with an appropriate selection of his sisters clothing she took his advice and layered, but because Megan was a size bigger, the jumpers and waterproof trousers were a bit baggy, fortunately the footwear was a perfect fit.

To complete the ensemble, she put on a short windcheater and then he pulled a woolly hat over her brunette hair.

 

He wheeled the Quad bike out of the garage and said.

“Ok you cand drive”

“But Cameron I’ve never driven one of these before” she said with alarm.

“It’s just like riding a bike” he assured her and then explained the controls.

“What will you be doing?” she asked.

“I will be sat behind you with my arms wrapped around you”.

“What, like a cuddle?” she asked.

“Yes, darling just like a cuddle” Cam said with a chuckle as he put on his backpack and climbed on behind. 

 

“Ok gloves on and turn the key”.

“Ok” she responded, and the engine started then she released the break and accelerated.

“Oh Fuuuuck” she shouted as they shot forward then after about fifty yard she said.

“This is great,”

 

By the time they had got a mile up the track she was properly getting the hang of it, about half a mile further along there was a fork so she slowed down, Cameron tapped her on the shoulder and pointed to the right fork which led them to a wide opening that allowed egress into the forest.

The early morning blue skies had given way to cloud so it was very gloomy among the trees.

Even under grey skies it was light enough to manage without lights, but once amongst the trees it was a different story.

“Head up the main track” he shouted, “and put your lights on”.

“I have lights?” Robin shouted back, “Cool, where’s the switch?”

“Next to the key” he yelled.

“Got it”

Once they were in the depths of the forest, he decided it was time  to make his move.

“Take the left fork” he shouted, and she gave him a thumbs up.

Robin was being extremely cautious as the track was a bit more challenging and they hadn’t gone more than a hundred yard down the less travels track when he removed his gloves and began rummaging through the layers until he hands made contact with her flesh.

“What are you doing?” she said over her shoulder.

“Warming my hands”.

“That’s what your gloves are for” she pointed out.

“But this is nicer” Cam said just as his hands cupped her tits.

“Oh yes, it is” she retorted wistfully.

“I think so” he replied as he toyed with her nipples, and she added.

 “That’s quite enough of that” she said sharply.

“But you were enjoying it too” he said.

“That’s not the point it’s not safe”.

“Where is your spirit of adventure” he said nibbling her ear and sliding his right hand inside her jeans seeking out her moist flesh within and Robin clamped her thighs together to try and deny him access.

But this was not easily done, and she was finding it difficult to drive as well as keeping her thighs tight closed.

“We’ll crash” she said in panic.

“Not if you pull over” he said and all of a sudden, she pulled up sharply and opened her thighs and his finger instantly parted her lips.

“I knew you were planning something dirty” she began but then he had found her sweet spot and she was creaming his fingers, and she lost her train of thought.

It didn’t take too long stroking her creamy pussy until he bought her to climax, almost the moment it happened she stood up and pulled down her waterproofs and jeans and screeched.

“Get your cock out you dirty bastard”.

So, he unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out and bared his nob as she was reversing herself toward him with her cute, exposed buttocks and he gripped her narrow hips and pulled her downwards until her tight pussy enveloped him and she was squatting on his shaft and moaning to the trees.

Robin gripped the handlebars as she rose and fell on him, rising to the very tip of him on the up stroke and using every inch of his shaft on the down and the wonderfully dirty noises echoed around the forest but despite her obvious ecstasy she lost none of her rhythm and her stamina showed no signs of wavering as she rode him right up to the point his aching balls were fit to burst and he gripped her bony hips until she milked him dry.

She finally relaxed breathless onto his lap and leaned back against him.

“I like Quad biking” she panted.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (497) Slut Shaming

 

Tom Wickens was a second-year student at Abbottsford University, and he shared a house with five others, his best friend Harry Brown, his cousin Sian McKeown, her best friend Helen Reynolds, and two old school friends Christian Harrison and Sasha Webster.

 

Tom had fancied Sasha the moment he saw her, aged 11, and over the years he had asked her out a number of times but he always drew a blank, but she always let him down gently, so he always held out hope that things might change but all through college he got the vibe from her that he would be wasting his time, so he didn’t even try, but it didn’t stop him wanting her, so he thought maybe things would change at University, and he was right, but not for the better, she turned into a bitch, and she started referring to him as “Little Tommy” owing the fact that he had stopped growing at 5ft 6, and she was 5ft 11.

She also turned into a slut, and not a fussy one, and was known to everyone as one time Sasha, she was always returning home with crotch of jeggings soaked with her cunt juice and some strange guy’s spunk.

So, he had as little to do with her as possible and he had his eye set on a different housemate all together, Sian McKeown, but because of her shyness she was a work in progress.

He happily avoided Sasha however following a stupid Rag Week stunt, while Sian was in bed sick, he ended up hiding in a cupboard with Sasha, and after discovering how well hung he was and because she was such a slut he fucked her, without finesse, he just banged her hole and didn’t stop banging her box until he emptied his sack, and when he spaffed his load, he immediately withdrew from her cunny and she slumped to the floor in a slutty heap.

 

For him that was an end of it but not for her, it was the biggest cock she’d ever had inside her, and she’d had more cocks than most, and she wanted more.

But he didn’t want to give her more, but every day following that she would proposition him, and he kept her at arm’s length for a month but then one weekend he found himself in the house alone with her as the others all went home for the weekend.

He kept himself locked in his room most of the time but at lunchtime on Sunday when he went into the kitchen to get some milk and she appeared.

She walked to the middle of the room and sensually slipped off her Navy-blue knicker down her long stocking clad legs, and the panties were wet following some prolonged masturbation, then Sasha bent over the ironing board in front of him, giving him an excellent view of her oozing minge. 

Which despite his best effort bought a lump in his shorts.

“Look Sasha I admit you’re hot, but I’m not interested”.

“You might not want to, but he does”.

She said still bent over and pointing at his lumpy shorts in her sexy Husky voice.

“Are you really gonna pass up on the chance to berry you throbbing cock in this hot cunt?”

He just shook his head,

“Oh, come on Tom” she pleaded “I’ll let you do anything you want to me”.

“Anything?” he asked.

“Yes anything” Sasha agreed “you name it and I’ll do it”.

“Ok then” he said “Strip”.

She looked at him with eyes wide with excitement and as she undressed, he said.

“Just to be clear, this is a onetime event, and I don’t want hear any sour grapes afterwards.”

“I agree” she said as she removed the last item of clothing, a black stocking, which he took from her and said.

“Turn around and give me your arms”.

“You’re tying me up?” she asked and immediately thrust her arms behind her for him to secure with her stocking,

When it was done, he bent her over the ironing board so that her great tits hung freely over the edge and her feet were off the floor, and with her hands tied behind her, she had no control at all.

But he decided to give her less, and looked around the kitchen for other bonds so he could tie her ankles to the trestle legs.

He could have used the other stocking, but he had another use for that.

So, he used her bra to secure one leg and her satin top for the other and he knelt on the floor face to face with her slobbering pussy, so he buried his face in her cunt juice and flicked his tongue along her crease, and she welcomed it with whorish acquiescence.

When he had finished, he stood up and undresses and when he had bared his nob, he wet it in her juice then he walked around the front and let her suck it clean but went deep into her mouth and when he withdrew, he heard her slurp, and she dribbled on the floor.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” she asked, “Please fuck me now”.

“I do not want to fuck you” he replied and slapped her hard on the buttock and she yelped.

“I just want your cock in me”.

“I know, but you agreed to let me do anything” he pointed out.

“So, stop asking me to fuck you”.

“But I really want it” she shouted so he picked up the other stocking and gagged her before he returned to her buttocks.

“I do not want to fuck you; he repeated over and over and every time it was punctuated with a hard slap, and she wriggled and squealed.

When he was finished her buttocks were covered with vivid red marks tinged with purple as the first bruised appeared.

She clearly enjoyed the spanking because the inside of her thighs were wet with her cunny juice so then he got two fingers on his right hand well and truly greased up with her cum and screwed them both up her anus and she let out a sharp yell, audible even through the gag,

So, while he frigged her arse hole with two fingers of his right hand, he inserted two fingers of his left up her cunny hole and rubbed her clit with his thumb simultaneously and the effect on her made it look like she was having a fit or something. And by the time he was finished she was jerking around so much he thought the ironing board was going to collapse.

Her whole body was drenched in sweat, and her breathing was laboured, so he decided to remove her gag so she could get some air into her, then he decided to untie her hands from behind her back and retied them to the legs so she could at least brace herself while he pounded her pussy.

He gave her a drink and while she drank said.

“I am going to fuck you now, but this time is the last time so I'm gonna fuck you hard and leave you in a state of humiliation, just to remind you that I never want to fuck you again, do you still want it?”

“God yes” she exclaimed.

So, he walked back round behind her and wasted no time at all in spearing her.

“Oh God Tom” She moaned, “You’re so big”.

He partially withdrew, then banged into her again.

“More of those” she begged.

So, he gave her another hard one and her hands gripped the legs to  brace herself and then she got another and another and she gave great panting moans with each stroke and her head rolled from side to side as the frenetic pace quickened and the ironing board legs began to screech on the tiled floor and her knuckles showed white as the gripped the legs harder with each pounding thrust.

Tom had to grip the iron board himself to try and halt its progress across the kitchen floor.

As they neared the end her moans had long since merged into one continuous whorish wail and then her back arched and her whole body shuddered in a climactic crescendo and when he was on the very precipice of ejaculation, he pulled out of her slobbering cunny and spaffed his seed all over her purple buttocks.

He stepped back and was panting quite hard and as he caught his breath, he could see his cum dripping off her red and purple cheeks and dribbling down her thighs then he got dressed as he looked at her lying sluttish-ly bent over the ironing board.

“Time for me to go” he said and slapped her hard on the arse one more time and left to go to the pictures.

 

An hour later Harry, Helen and Christian returned home, and Helen  went into the kitchen and was greeted by the image of Sasha’s naked, sopping, and spent form draped over the Ironing board like a slutty rag doll, with purple cum covered buttocks.

“For God’s sake Sasha” she snarled “Why are you such a slut?”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (496) The Dwindling Star and the Tender Touch

 

Downshire is a relatively small English county but that didn’t bother its inhabitants, they may not have been the biggest, but they were in no doubt that they were the best, and that belief was no truer than in the southern town of Abbottsford which was Downshire’s administrative capital and the seat of the Downshire government.

It was also a place of learning thanks to the Downshire University, it could also boast that it was a Cathedral City and was home to Abbottsford Town football Club and benefitted from the counties premier Hotel, the Abbottsford Regents.

 

From mid-November the Hotel played host to “A List” American Actress Robin Van Meeuwen, she was staying in the Tudor suite, one of the most expensive and was expecting to be there for a prolonged stay as she was starring in a revival of Agatha Christies, The Man in the Brown Suit, at the  Empire Theatre and was in rehearsals for a January opening, which was her comeback.

Robin had been in the spotlight since she was 7 years old when she was first cast in a successful Sitcom and quickly established herself as a regular until it was cancelled ten years later, guest appearances in among other shows as NCIS, CSI, Criminal Minds and Stargate SG1 followed, as well as theatre work and Movie parts.

But at the age of twenty-five she won the Role of Petrona in Starfighter Squadron which cemented her as a star in the firmament for over a decade.

However, three things happened in her life in quick succession which derailed her career and life.

Firstly, her husband of ten years shocked her to the core when “out of the blue” he left her for a 19-year-old blonde, second without any warning she was written out of Starfighter Squadron and then finally she turned thirty-five which she blamed for the other two.

Those three events shattered her confidence and left her feeling like a worthless Has-been and she could not work for a year and locked herself away from the world.

When she emerged, her self-esteem was rock bottom, and she was left feeling old, talentless, and unattractive.

It was only her remarkably close and long-term friend Jasmin Fureaux, who dragged her back from the abyss and got her back on the boards to star in her directorial debut, and that was how she ended up at the age of thirty-seven staying at the Regents, but she was still damaged.

 

Her one release was the use of “Male Escorts” which she used like a hair shirt or self-flagellation, to punish and degrade herself.

However, at the beginning of December 30-year-old Receptionist Cameron Vale, who had fantasied about her since he was a schoolboy, took a phone call from Carl, the latest escort she had booked.

Cameron knocked on the door of the Tudor suite to inform her that her man was not coming, and she jumped to the conclusion that he was Carls’s replacement and as he had fantasized about fucking her for years, he decided to go along with it.

And at the end of the night when she found out he was not an escort he told her to text him if she wanted to do it again.

Well, she did text him, every day, and every day he went to her suite and used her and abused her while giving her positive reinforcement.

The only common denominator being bondage.

Spreadeagled on the bed, facedown and faceup, bent over furniture, hanging from fixtures, and tied, in various derivations, to the four-poster bed.

He was having the time of his life, but he appreciated the rest when she was on her period, and he also used that time to plan a session to break the cycle.

 

When she was period free, she texted him during the afternoon saying she wanted him that night, he responded to her request in the affirmative but gave her instructions to follow.

 

He went to her suite at the end of his shift and after tying her to a chair subjected her to a prolonged session lasting several hours involving oral, spanking, masturbation, with and without sex toys and he fucked her twice.

 

After the second one he stood for several minutes with her bent over the chair with his twitching cock still inside her until he caught his breath.

After a few minutes of listening to her satisfied sighs he withdrew from her and then he helped her to her stand but as he slid her off the back of the chair her legs almost gave way, it appeared that the extent and depth of her convulsive orgasms and the duration of their session had left her unsteady on her feet.

“Are you ok?” he asked.

“Just tired” she replied.

“Ok then” he said and scooped her up in his arms,

“Do you need to pee?”

“Yes please” Robin said weekly “But don’t sit me on the kettle”.

“I won’t” he said and laughed as he carried her to the bathroom and sat her on the loo, but he had to support her.

“Am I there?” she asked.

“Yes, you can go now” he said, and Robin began peeing, a prolonged spurt, not in the same league as earlier, but was still a significant effort.

When she had squeezed out the last drops, he got a handful of toilet paper and went between her knees and wiped her dry.

Then he picked her up and carried her to the bed and laid her on her back.

After he peeled her stocking off her sweaty legs and removed her suspender belt he pulled the covers up over her, then he turned off her light, and was just going to find his clothes, when she said.

“Don’t go”

“What do you need?” he asked.

“I need you to hold me” she replied and threw back the covers.

 

The next morning, he woke first, and she was still lying in the same position as the night before with her head on his chest, and he smiled.

However, having spent the night together they were now in unfamiliar territory, and he didn’t know how to proceed after about ten minutes he carefully extricated himself from beneath her and left her sleeping while he went and showered.

When he was done, he went round the room picking up his clothes and redressing then he disposed of the kettle of piss, and rinsed it out, but he would have housekeeping replace it when he went back downstairs.

He had just picked up her stockings and suspenders off the floor where he discarded them when she began to stir.

When her eyes opened, she looked at him and smiled then she looked alarmed.

“Are you going?” she asked.

“I’m afraid so” he replied.

“Will I see you tonight then?”

“I have to do a double shift to make up for last night” he said, and she blushed.

“When then?”

“Christmas Eve” he replied “7 o’clock”

“Ok I think I’ll sleep until then” she said and pulled the covers up over her shoulder.

“No time for that” he retorted and pulled them back down.

“I took a message from a Jasmin Fureaux, she’s coming to take you to lunch at 1 o’clock”

“What time is it now?”

“11” he replied as he walked into the bathroom.

“I’d better have a shower then” Robin said.

“No need” he replied as he returned holding a bath sheet “I’ve run a bath for you, you could do with soaking your muscles after last night’s exertions.”

She blushed as he held up the towel to cover her modesty as she threw back the covers, then he wrapped it around her.

“I have to go” he said and kissed the top of her head.  

 

Later that afternoon he was on reception when a middle-aged woman approached.

“Are you Cameron?” she asked in an American accent.

“Yes Madam, how may I help”.

“Might I have a private word?”

“Certainly Madam” he replied and invited her into the back office, and when the door was closed, she said.

“My name is Jasmin Fureaux”.

“Are yes you were lunching with Miss Van Meeuwen today I believe” he said.

“Indeed, and that was why I wanted to speak to you”.

She said and he began to worry about what was said over lunch, but she continued.

“I don’t know what exactly you’ve been doing with Robin, and I don’t need to know, but whatever it is I want you to carry on doing it because she is a different person, but be warned if you hurt her, I will destroy you”?

“You needn’t worry” he assured her.

“Good, because if in the New Year when the play opens, she breaks down she will never work again, she is that fragile” she explained.

“She won’t fail on my account” he said, and she nodded “And I’ve seen the movie by the way”.

“What movie?” she replied innocently.

“The one you were quoting from”.

“I like you” she said, “Though not in the way Robin does”.

 

The next day, Christmas Eve, he arrived at the Tudor Suite at 7pm and the door opened the moment he knocked.

“Right on time” she said barely containing her excitement.

“Are you ready to play then?” He asked and she nodded.

“Ok then” Cam said and took her by the hand  and led her into the middle of the room.

 

“Undress” he ordered, and she began without protest, there was a brief moment of hesitation but then she complied, firstly she kicked off her shoes, then she unzipped and wriggled out of her blue cocktail dress, revealing matching black silk underwear, black stockings, and suspender belt.

She unfastened her suspenders and put one foot up on the chair and peeled one stocking down her gorgeous leg, and then repeated the process with the other leg.

Robin turned her back to him and unhooked her bra and leant forward and let it fall to the floor before  

slipping her panties down and stepping out of them.

Then she crouched down and gathered up her things and when she turned around, she stood holding her clothes to cover her modesty.

“Good, now kneel on the chair”.

“Ok” she said and dropped the bundle of clothes and knelt on the chair as instructed.

“What are you going to do to me?”

“Well, there will be no ropes or cuffs, and no spanking” he said,

“I’m only going to give you the one thing you have never known before”.

“What’s that?” She asked looking over her shoulder at him.

“Love” he replied.

“Do I deserve that?”

“I think so, do you want it?”

“Yes, I do” she replied so he bent down and kissed her and said.

“Then let’s make love”.

He scooped her up out of the chair and carried him in his arms to the bed and she quickly slid under the Duvet and once she was in the middle of the bed her eyes peered over the top of the duvet and her eyes never left him as he undressed and then as he slipped under the duvet, and she cuddled up close to him.

“One thing before we start” he said.

“Yes” she said with concern.

“There are no rules”. 

“Good” she retorted, and he kissed her lips softly and he fondled her plump breast.

As the kiss continued it grew in intensity and their tongues entwined, his hand began to explore the rest of her curves and Robin’s hand also went exploring and was very soon gripping his cock.

Robin had turned onto her side as Cameron joined her in bed and he had cuddled up to face her but then as they kissed, and she continued to play with his shaft he rolled her onto her back.

They stopped kissing and he looked down on her in the half-light and admired her body.

Her plump breasts were surmounted by dark rose pink nipples which sat there inviting him to imbibe so he took the nearest one in his mouth and sucked on it gently and Robin emitted a soft melodic murmur of approval, and when his lips left her erect swollen nipple, wet with his saliva he watched her serene face as his hand drifted across her belly to her luxuriant curly bush.

His hand dallied there toying with her tousled curls, and she still murmured softly, but as his hand came to rest, she held her breath in anticipation of its progress and after a moment his finger parted her lips like a paper knife opening a letter and it was instantly immersed in her hot creamy sauce.

He was still looking down on her and she was biting her lip and her murmurs had become soft moans of pleasure in response to his fingering of her slippery slit.

She had not become excessively vociferous in response to his attention but even if he had not been experienced in such matters, he would easily have known she was on the brink by the way she was frantic tugging on his cock. 

So having reached the point where he couldn’t have got her any wetter if he fingered her until New Year’s he brought her to a face contorting climax and her thighs closed on his hand.

He looked down on her as her face relaxed back to its most beautiful demeanour, she opened her eyes and smiled.

Cameron leant down and kissed her and as their tongues explored each other’s mouths he caressed her breast again and positioned himself between her thighs, then he stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes as he slowly slid his big cock into her, wincing momentarily at the instance of penetration and then closed her eyes as she leant her head back into the pillow and sucked in air through her teeth.

He continued caressing her beautiful breast as he withdrew and entered repeatedly, and Robin began to writhe beneath him and licked her lips as he entered again.

He had to work hard to control the urge to up the tempo as he had been previously, suppressing his animal urges for their first tender affair, longer in duration and more sensual.

Robin squirmed beneath him as she reached that ecstatic point, the hinterland between being rooted to the ground and the gravity defying release of orgasm.

She looked up at him as she softly moaned and writhed beneath him and then she came with a deliciously sweet utterance that spurred him on to his own climax, and she cried out and then he kissed her hot panting mouth.

“That was wonderful,” she panted.

He kissed her again and withdrew and rolled off her and she let out a rather smug self-satisfied sigh as she cuddled up to him.

“When can we do it again?” she asked with her head on his chest.

“Soon, your fanny won’t have finished farting yet”.

He said and she giggled like a schoolgirl then after a few minutes she added.

“Are we still going to do the dirty stuff?”

“Not tonight, but yes” he said.

“We can do romantic love making as well as dirty fun”.

“Oh good” she replied.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (495) Closet Lust

 

Tom Wickens was a second-year student at Abbottsford University, and he shared a house with five others, his best friend Harry Brown, his cousin Sian McKeown, her best friend Helen Reynolds, and two old school friends Christian Harrison and Sasha Webster.

 

Tom had fancied Sasha the moment he saw her, aged 11, and over the years he had asked her out a number of times but he always drew a blank, but she always let him down gently, so he always held out hope that things might change but all through college he got the vibe from her that he would be wasting his time, so he didn’t even try, but it didn’t stop him wanting her, so he thought maybe things would change at University, and he was right, but not for the better, she turned into a bitch, and she started referring to him as “Little Tommy” owing the fact that he had stopped growing at 5ft 6, and she was 5ft 11.

She also turned into a slut, and not a fussy one, and was known to everyone as “one time Sasha”, she was always returning home with the crotch of jeggings soaked with her cunt juice and some strange guy’s spunk.

But he had as little to do with her as possible and he had his eye set on a different housemate all together, Sian McKeown, but because of her shyness she was a work in progress.

However, during Rag Week Sasha came up with a hare-brained scheme to break into the Chancellors Office and prank him.

Tom and Sian were the only two who weren’t keen on the idea but as they were all drunk at the time good sense and logic went out of the window.

 

On the night of the prank Sian and Christian were both ill so the other four went alone and they got in no problem, cling filmed his toilet, bubble wrapped his desk and chair, and other similar juvenile nonsense, but on the way out they were spotted by a security guard. Harry and Helen went one way and Tom and Sasha went the other, but the guard followed them, so once out of sight around a corner they ducked into a cupboard.

It wasn’t a roomy cupboard, and it was full of cleaning materials and overalls and because Sasha was busty, hippy and leggy, so he was breathing down her cleavage as they faced each other.

“Trust my luck to get stuck in a cupboard with little Tommy” she snapped and turned her back on him.

“Stop complaining Sasha, it’s your own fault, you’re the one who came up with this stupid idea, and if you hadn’t chosen it, we wouldn’t be in here” he responded.

“Oh, it's all very well-being wise after the event” she retorted “ and what the hell is that pressing against my kidneys?”

The excitement of their discovery and subsequent chase combined with being in such close proximity to a body he once coveted had left him severely aroused.

“What do you think it is you stupid tart?” he retorted.

“Well, it feels hard, but there's a lot of it, so I’m sorry but it can't be a cock”.

“Really what else would I keep down my trousers” he snapped angrily and thrust it forward.

“That is never your cock, little Tommy couldn't possibly have a Cock that size” she sneered.

“Really? then just stop talking about it, pretend it's not there, and wait for the security guard to be gone and we can go our separate ways” he said.

“How can we not talk about it? it's like another person in here with us, are you sure it’s your cock?” She asked and then reached behind her and started stroking it in his jeans.

“Oh my God how big is your cock?” she exclaimed.

“Right then let’s find out”.

Sasha began to unzip him but she couldn't turn around because he was pushing her forward so there was no room, but she couldn't get his cock out from her position.

“Oh, for God's sake help me” she barked “I just wanna stroke it”.

He knew it would go beyond a stroke but undid his flies to loosen the beast’s confinement and pulled his jeans and pants down so she could extricate the prize.

“Oh wow, oh wow, what a piece of meat”

she said as she stroked its full length and tugged his skin back.

“Oh my God that's the biggest Cock I’ve ever touched” she exclaimed and chuckled “So not so “little Tommy” after all”.

“I'm gonna have to remind myself to call you Big Tom from now on”.

He knew she was goading him into fucking her, and furthermore he knew it was going to work.

“Mind you it's all very well having a big dick I suppose, if you know what to do with it, otherwise it’s just a big cock”?

That did it he yanked down her jeggings and knickers, pulled her hips back towards him, pushed her face against the wall and easily eased into her well used cunt.

He wasn’t fucking her for pleasure, but his weapon had been drawn and like a samurai once drawn, the sword had to be used but he wasn’t interested in doing her with any finesse, so he just began pounding her pussy, pounding and pounding and she was grunting and grunting.

He was banging her so hard that with each thrust her feet left the floor as he put it the deep inside her cunt.

“I love your cock, I love your cock, I love your cock” she murmured but her vocalizations after that was incomplete or incomprehensible as she was lost in ecstasy and then she came three times in quick succession and she had no words left, but he didn’t stop banging her box, he just wanted to keep going until he emptied his sack, and when he spaffed his load, he immediately withdrew from her cunny and she slumped to the floor in a slutty heap.

“OK …. then…. so …. you do know …. what to do with it” she panted

“When can we do it again?”

But Tom didn't answer he just put his tool away and left her in the cupboard.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (494) The Dwindling Star and the Epic Performance

Downshire is a relatively small English county but that didn’t bother its inhabitants, they may not have been the biggest, but they were in no doubt that they were the best, and that belief was no truer than in the southern town off Abbottsford, Downshire’s administrative capital and the seat of the Downshire government.

It was also a place of learning thanks to the Downshire University, it could also boast that it was a Cathedral City and was home to Abbottsford Town football Club and benefitted from the counties premier Hotel, the Abbottsford Regents.

 

At the beginning of December, the Regents was busier than ever as snow had come early to Downshire and taken everyone by surprise so there was a large influx of walk ins seeking a room for the night and prepared to pay the rather high room rate than risk driving home through the snow.

However, among those already in residence were a host of Professionals and a smattering of the rich and famous, and “A List” American Actress Robin Van Meeuwen being one of them.

She was staying in the Tudor suite, one of the most expensive and was expecting to be there for a prolonged stay as she was starring in a revival of Agatha Christies, The Man in the Brown Suit, at the  Empire Theatre and was in rehearsals for a January opening, which was her comeback.

Robin had been in the spotlight since she was 7 years old when she was first cast in a successful Sitcom and quickly established herself as a regular until it was cancelled ten years later, guest appearances in among other shows as NCIS, CSI, Criminal Minds and Stargate SG1 followed, as well as theatre work and Movie parts.

But at the age of twenty-five she won the Role of Petrona in Starfighter Squadron which cemented her as a star in the firmament for over a decade.

However, three things happened in her life in quick succession which derailed her career and life.

Firstly, her husband of ten years shocked her to the core when “out of the blue” he left her for a 19-year-old blonde, second without any warning she was written out of Starfighter Squadron and then finally she turned thirty-five which she blamed for the other two.

Those three events shattered her confidence and left her feeling like a worthless Has-been and she could not work for a year and locked herself away from the world.

When she emerged, her self-esteem was rock bottom, and she was left feeling old, talentless, and unattractive.

It was only her remarkably close and long-term friend Jasmin Fureaux, who dragged her back from the abyss and got her back on the boards to star in her directorial debut, and that was how she ended up at the age of thirty-seven staying at the Regents, but she was still damaged.

 

Her one release was the use of “Male Escorts” which she used like a hair shirt or self-flagellation, to punish and degrade herself.

However, at the beginning of December 30-year-old Receptionist Cameron Vale, who had fantasied about her since he was a schoolboy, took a phone call from Carl, the latest escort she had booked.

Cameron knocked on the door of the Tudor suite and waited, and a minute or so later the door opened slightly, and a soft American voice said.

“Are you Carl?”

“No, Carl is stuck in the snow….” He began.

“Who are you then?”

“Cameron” he replied, and the door opened wide.

“Come in then”

She had jumped to the conclusion that he was Carls’s replacement and as he had fantasized about fucking her for years, he decided to go along with it.

However, before they got started, she gave him a list of rules and said.

“You must tie me up or handcuff me, and blindfold me, gagging is optional” she explained “and you can be as rough as you like, no anal, no oral on me, no kissing and No undressing me”.

“Why no undressing?” he asked.

“I don’t like how I look.”

“And oral?”

“I don’t feel… clean enough” she replied.

But once he had her bound, he did things his way, reinforcing how gorgeous she was to bolster her self-esteem.

 

After the event she said without looking at him.

“I’ll contact the agency if I want to see you again.”

“I’m not with the agency” he responded.

“What?”

“I’m not an escort” he pointed out.

“But you said you were.”

“No, I said Carl wasn’t coming and You assumed I was his replacement” Cameron pointed out.

“Well, you didn’t disillusion me” she snapped.

“No, I didn’t”

“Why not?”

“Because I got to fuck you.”

“Well, if you’re not with and agency how do I pay you?” she asked.

“I don’t need you to pay me.”

“Why not?”

“I didn’t do it for money.”

“Why did you do it then?”

“Because I wanted to fuck you.”

“For free?”

“Yes, I’d have paid you” he said.

“Well, well, what do I do if I need you to fuck me again?” she asked.

“Text me” he replied and wrote his number on the note pad on the writing desk and then he left.

 

Well, she did text him, every day, and every day he went to her suite and used her and abused her while giving her positive reinforcement.

The only common denominator being bondage.

Spreadeagled on the bed, facedown and faceup, bent over furniture, hanging from fixtures, and tied, in various derivations, to the four-poster bed.

He was having the time of his life, but he appreciated the rest when she was on her period, and he also used that time to plan a session to break the cycle.

 

When she was period free, she texted him during the afternoon saying she wanted him that night, he responded to her request in the affirmative but gave her instructions to follow.

 

He went to her suite at the end of his shift, and she let him in, but didn’t look at him.

“Are you wearing them?”

“Yes” she replied curtly.

“Good now stand behind the chair”. 

He had a different chair delivered to her room special for their session and she had positioned it where he instructed facing the full-length mirror.

Because of her diminutive stature the normal chairs in the luxury suites were too tall for what he had in mind.

It was a well stuffed chair with ample padding, it needed to be as she was going to be bent over it for a considerable time.

“Stand behind the chair” he said, and she walked over and stood behind it, so she had her back to him.

“Take off your robe” he said and took off her robe revealing her black stockings and suspender belt as instructed but covered her breasts with her hands.

And then he bent her gently over the back of the chair so she pivoted on it at the waist, then using the silk ropes, he tied her wrists to the front legs of the chair before returning to the back of the chair where her gorgeous stocking clad legs were left dangling over the chair back and didn’t even reach the floor.

Cameron tied her ankles, one at a time to the chairs back legs and with her securely trussed, he ran his hands slowly up her legs and they settled on her buttocks and he kneaded them before using his thumbs to open her up so he could see the pink flesh and she looked nicely moist, and he thought about noshing her, but that was on the menu for later, but the glimpse of her pussy and the thought of licking her out meant his cock was erect so it was time to strip himself, and when he was naked, he walked around in front of her and her eyes were fixed on his big cock, it wasn’t porn film big but nonetheless it was of significant size, and it was the biggest cock Robin had ever had inside her.

 

He walked around the back of the chair and knelt behind her and pulled her lips apart and he kissed her ripe pussy.

“You shouldn’t do that, it’s a rule, I’ve had my period I’m not clean”.

Cameron stood up and slapped one of her arse cheeks which made a very satisfactory sound and left a lovely bright red handprint.

“Who makes the rules?” he asked.

“I do” she snapped indignantly so he slapped the other cheek.

“Who makes the rules?” he asked again.

“Me” she said so he slapped her again harder and slapped the other cheek for good measure.

“Well?” he asked.

“You make the rules Cameron”.

So, he sank to his knees again and returned his attention to noshing on her hot syrupy fanny, which had got wetter following a spanking.

Cameron nibbled the flesh of her labia, making her moan and gasp and then noshed on her, slurping her cunny juice like nectar, and his animal noshing made her come repeatedly and her fanny farted in hoarse whispers, but he continued to sup on her savoury juice.

Cameron stood up and Robin was panting and sweating, and her hair was stuck to her forehead.

So, he thought he would make her pant and sweat some more so positioned behind her with his hands on her narrow hips.

He could see she was watching him in the mirror, biting her lip, and when his knob was at the threshold, she closed her eyes but when he pushed his bell end between her lips she moaned softly and when the rest of his cock entered her tight hot pussy her eyes opened again.

With each thrust she moaned loudly, and while he was greasing his balls, he stared at her in the mirror and for the first time during their encounters she stared back, but when her head flopped forward he reached forward and cupped her hanging breasts and knew he had to take her across the finish line soon, and just then her back was arched and her head thrashed back and forth, swishing her brunette hair like a whirling dervish, then all of a sudden she was becoming more and more vociferous as they neared the precipice.

Cam abandoned her lovely tits and was firmly gripping her narrow hips, as he increased the tempo, he was like a jockey riding a galloping horse then Robin threw back her head and let out a scream as they came together exploding in utter ecstasy and were dripping with sweat and panting like beasts.

 

When they had caught their breath, he withdrew from her quim and walked round and brushed the hair off her face so he could see her, but she didn’t meet his gaze, her eyes were fixed on his cock still glistening with their sticky juices, and she was licking her lips.

“You want this?” he said twitching it in front of her and she nodded, this was very encouraging because she’d never shown any interest in fellatio up to that point, so he stepped towards her and she opened her mouth to receive him, just his bell to begin with which she sucked on enthusiastically then he stuck more of his cock in her mouth a bit at a time, not knowing how much she could take, quite a bit more than he imagined as it turned out.

“More of that later, I hope” he said as he withdrew from her mouth, and he heard her slurp, and she dribbled saliva down her chin, so he wiped it off.

“You’d better have some water” he said and produced a water bottle with a straw.

“Is there more then?” she asked.

“Yes, I haven’t finished with you yet”.

He said and held the straw to her lips, and she began suck hard on it. 

“Drink it all, you’re going to need it” he said, and she easily drained the bottle, then she burped.

“Sorry” she said and giggled.

“So, are we ready to go?” he asked as he caressed her buttock.

“Yes, I’m ready” she replied and took a deep breath.

He began with a little taste of pussy which brought no protest, just soft appreciative moans, this was followed by some gentle fingering before slowly penetrating her with a large pink vibrator.

“What’s that?” she asked with alarm.

“You should know, it was in your bedside drawer” he replied.

“Oh my God, you have my toys, I’m so embarrassed and ashamed” Robin exclaimed.

“Theres no need for that” he replied as he gently wanked her hole.

“Everyone masturbates”

“Even you?”

“Oh yes even me” he replied then he stooped down and whispered.

“I’m normally thinking of you when I do it”.

Robin gasped at his words and then he switched the vibrator on, and she roared.

 

After making her cum in a very vociferous manor he withdrew the juice covered device and traced the vibrating point around her puckered anus and her vocalization continued so he inserted two fingers of his left up her cunny hole and rubbed her clit with his thumb simultaneously, and the effect on her made it look like she was having some kind of fit.

She was arching her back, her legs were jerking, her whole body was drenched in sweat, and she was making guttural utterances through her gritted teeth, so he redoubled his efforts on her behalf and frigged her harder and harder until she reached the abyss and went momentarily rigid and then went limp like a rag doll.

 

Cameron was sitting on the end of the bed admiring his handiwork, listening to her raspy breath, feeling an ache in his balls when she suddenly called to him.

“Cameron I’m desperate for a pee”.

“Ok that’s easily remedied” he said.

“Large or small?”

“Very large” she replied, “and very urgent”.

He went to the sideboard and returned with a kettle and a handful of tissues.

Robin wasn’t expecting to do it in a kettle, but she doubted she would have made it to the bathroom, and she felt a tingle of excitement.

He slipped the pourer of the kettle between her thighs, which she obliged him by opening as far as she could while restrained.

Once it was in position Cameron patted her buttock and said

“Off you go”.

Robin was a bit cautious, because she was not accustomed to going in that position, but once she started with the first dribble there was no holding it back and it gushed out and it was quite a torrent and when she ceased it was barely an inch from the rim.

“I thought you were never going to stop” he said, and she giggled.

Holding the kettle in one hand he used the tissues to dry Robin’s whiskers, then he put them both down on the sideboard.

 

The toilet break had given him the chance to get his second wind before the final act, so next he untied her bonds.

“Are we finished?” she asked.

“No, I just thought it would be nice if you were able to join in” he replied.

“Lovely” she said and pushed herself up on the chair arms to support herself on her elbows.

 

Cameron was positioned behind her with his hands on her narrow hips, and she was watching, staring at him in the mirror, licking her lips, and when she felt his knob brush her crease she pushed her hips backwards, and her tight pussy enveloped his bell end and she moaned softly.

She pushed herself up onto her hands, hooked her legs around him, smiling at him in the mirror, then she pushed her hips backwards again, but this time she enveloped all of him moaning loudly all the way, and crossed her ankles behind him, then she went again.

Cameron just held onto her hips, and he stared at her in the mirror, and she stared back with a look of intense concentration.

But then her head dropped, and her arms gave way as her stamina failed so he reached forward and cupped her lovely tits and knew he had to take her across the finish line, but although her head was down, she was still becoming increasingly vociferous as he took them towards the precipice.

He was starting to flag himself as he was racing on and on until the moment, she raised her head and screamed as they came together then she collapsed again.

 

They stood in that position for several minutes with her bent over the chair with his twitching cock still inside her until he caught his breath.

After a few minutes of listening to her satisfied sighs he withdrew from her and then he helped her to her stand but as he slid her off the back of the chair her legs almost gave way, it appeared that the extent and depth of her convulsive orgasms and the duration of their session had left her unsteady on her feet.

“Are you ok?” he asked.

“Just tired” she replied.

“Ok then” he said and scooped her up in his arms,

“Do you need to pee?”

“Yes please” Robin said weekly “But don’t sit me on the kettle”.

“I won’t” he said and laughed as he carried her to the bathroom and sat her on the loo, but he had to support her.

“Am I there?” she asked.

“Yes, you can go now” he said, and Robin began peeing, a prolonged spurt, not in the same league as earlier, but was still a significant effort.

When she had squeezed out the last drops, he got a handful of toilet paper and went between her knees and wiped her dry.

Then he picked her up and carried her to the bed and laid her on her back.

After he peeled her stocking off her sweaty legs and removed her suspender belt he pulled the covers up over her, then he turned off her light, and was just going to find his clothes, when she said.

“Don’t go”

“What do you need?” he asked.

“I need you to hold me” she replied and threw back the covers.