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.
