Choice Tales from the Vale – (543) Pleasing Fiza

 

The beautiful Downshire village of Clerembeax St Giles was situated to the west of Abbeyvale located between Grace Hill and Bushy Down and on the outskirts was the Clerembeax Palace Hotel and Spa and one of the rooms was occupied by Carl Arkley, a regular guest whenever he was in the area, and permanent resident Fiza Alwi was always excited to see him and there was a very good reason for that.

 

When Carl first stayed there, he met Fiza and they exchanged pleasantries and it was obvious that she was taken with him.

because she fussed with her thick black hair and got very flustered and when he shook her hand she blushed, which he thought made her look even lovelier.

He liked her, she was a tall skinny young woman of Somali descent with a huge black eyes and toothy smile which lit up her face so when they ran into each other around the Hotel, he would always flirt outrageously with her, and Fiza would always flirt back.

Occasionally when they had a coffee together or share a table at breakfast, he would innocently caress her hand with his thumb or brush his fingertips against skin and she would blush.

But it wasn’t until Christmas that things progressed when they were sat in the breakfast room alone with no prying eyes and he blatantly held her hand and caressed her cheek with the other and he would have kissed her too if the waitress hadn’t re-entered the restaurant and the moment was past.

As he was leaving later that day, his chance would have gone until the New Year if he didn’t act so he knocked on her door.

“Am I disturbing you?”

 

After a satisfying period of foreplay ending in Fiza screaming out in orgasm, with no hint of shyness, she stood up and taking his hand almost dragged him towards the bedroom and he paused briefly before asking.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, yes, yes” she said through gritted teeth and began pulling him through the door.

Fiza continued dragging him until they were in her bedroom and at that precise moment the massed folds of cloth that had prior to that moment cloaked her skinny frame dropped to the floor leaving her wearing only a white bra and panties, sandals, and a crucifix around her neck.

He stared at the white of her underwear and marvelled, as it showed in stark contrast with her chocolate-coloured skin, and while he marvelled Fiza's slim fingers reached up to unfasten the catch on her bra and his hands reached around to replace the lace and cupped her beautiful chocolate confections.

As his hand groped her naked breasts and played with her hardening nipples, he kissed her neck and as he looked down, he could see them quivering before his libidinous eyes like little brown muffins topped by the now swollen dark chocolate nipples.

When he began tiring of her titties, he let one hand drift down her belly, and he slipped his fingers under the waistband of knickers and bypassing her substantial thicket he began frigging her juicy pussy once more and before long as her legs began to buckle, and she screamed again as she climaxed.

After a few moments Fiza turned around and kissed him and rubbed the lump in his trousers with her long bony fingers.

Carl started undoing his belt and she stepped back and stood licking her lips as she watched.

“Knickers off Fiza” he told her, and she complied immediately without a second thought and no hint of shyness and then she resumed her libidinous sentry duty.

He let his trousers drop to the ground and then pulled his pants down to expose his swollen cock and she stared at it with her big black eyes as she sat down on the bed, and as he pulled on his shaft to expose his purple helmet they almost popped out of her head.

He quickly removed the rest of his clothes, and she eyed him up and down appraising what she was about to receive.

“Are you ready?” he asked, and she just nodded wide-eyed and open mouthed.

He did think about slipping his cock into her half open mouth, but he was ready to go, and they could save that for another day.

So instead, he leant down and slipped his tongue into her mouth instead and as they kissed, he picked her up and then threw her gently onto the middle of the bed and before she’d finished bouncing, he was there between her skinny legs and pausing for just a second to push her skinny thighs further apart his cock was inside her.

Fiza was blissfully tight, and he thought as he thrust into her up to his balls that her previous lovers must have been hung like mice not to have stretched her pussy, but he wasn’t complaining.

Fiza was loving every stroke, and she made no attempt to stifle or muffle the grateful moans and screams.

Carl raised his torso up so he could look at her gorgeous body writhing beneath him, as her head thrashed from side to side.

But this did not distract him from staring at Fiza’s tits separated by her crucifix, which rolled back and forth in synch.

Her big black eyes never left his naked torso until he raised himself up higher so he could look down at her wild black bush and she lifted her head off the pillow to watch his pink prick repeatedly penetrating her tight brown pussy.

Then she looked at him and smiled but he knew he had to finish her so he mercilessly pumped on her faster and faster until he couldn’t tell when one moan ended and the next began until she let out one almighty scream as she came and then two more stokes and he release his hot load into her.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (542) Disturbing Fiza

 

The beautiful Downshire village of Clerembeax St Giles was situated to the west of Abbeyvale located between Grace Hill and Bushy Down and on the outskirts was the Clerembeax Palace Hotel and Spa and one of the rooms was occupied by Carl Arkley, a regular guest whenever he was in the area, and permanent resident Fiza Alwi was always excited to see him and there was a very good reason for that.

 

When Carl first stayed there, he met Fiza and they exchanged pleasantries and it was obvious that she was taken with him.

because she fussed with her thick black hair and got very flustered and when he shook her hand she blushed, which he thought made her look even lovelier.

He liked her, she was a tall skinny young woman of Somali descent with a huge black eyes and toothy smile which lit up her face so when they ran into each other around the Hotel, he would always flirt outrageously with her, and Fiza would always flirt back.

Occasionally when they had a coffee together or share a table at breakfast, he would innocently caress her hand with his thumb or brush his fingertips against skin and she would blush.

But it wasn’t until Christmas that things progressed when they were sat in the breakfast room alone with no prying eyes and he blatantly held her hand and caressed her cheek with the other and he would have kissed her too if the waitress hadn’t re-entered the restaurant and the moment was past.

As he was leaving later that day, his chance would have gone until the New Year if he didn’t act so he knocked on her door.

“Am I disturbing you?”

“No, no” she said, “come in, come in” and she pulled him forcefully inside so she could close the door.

“You must have a drink” she insisted,

She led him into the sitting room and the lovely Fiza opened the minibar, and he walked up behind her and put his hands where he approximated her waist to be in the loose-fitting garment she was wearing and breathed in her perfume as he kissed her ear and neck.

“Oh Carl” she sighed.

He was standing so close behind her that her pert buttocks were pressed against him, and he said. 

 “I don’t really want a drink,”

“Ok” she said and closed the fridge door before turning to face him.

“Perhaps I could call room service” she suggested but he ignored her and before she could speak again, he kissed her and the moment his lips touched hers she locked onto his mouth like a limpet and her arms gripped him around the neck like a vice, a warm liquid kiss with hot tongues of passion.

Carl’s hands caressed up and down her skinny frame repeatedly searching the landscape for obstacles before both hands ended up on her tight little buttocks.

He had often perused Fiza’s form and her flowing robes which he  had absolutely no clue how to navigate through.

But he was confident he would find his way in as he maneuvered her towards the sofa and as he sat down Carl pulled her down with him,

Because Fiza was so tall her head was above his, kissing down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of his, her lips still locked limpet like on his, nostrils snorting in air.

He now had one arm around her shoulder and the opposite hand on her waist which he slid slowly up to her breast; she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled her titty through the fabric of her robes and the bra beneath and the moment his palm cupped her plump fruit their mouths disengaged briefly, and she gave him a toothy smile before locking onto him again.

His hand left her breast and went slowly down to her thigh and knowing what was coming she wrapped her arms tightly around him and buried her face in his neck.

Her body stiffened as his hand progressed, but she didn’t resist or halt his progress as his hand disappeared inside the folds of her robes between her thighs.

Carl could feel her firm thigh through the cloth before he moved quickly upward until he could feel her prominent mound then he slid his finger down and frigged her roughly through the fabric and she let out an exclamation of pleasure at his touch.

Fiza sat up abruptly, before reaching down to the hem of her robe and after a few moments grabbed handfuls of cloth and dragged it up above her knees and looked at him and smiled coyly before nuzzling his neck again.

He moved his playful hand down from the seat of her heat to her naked knees and her body stiffened as his hand progressed up her inner thigh, his fingers disappearing beneath the massed folds of her robe until they reached the top of her thigh.

Fiza squirmed on his lap and murmured as he entered her panties, and his fingers were amongst the coarse hair of her Minge.

She moaned softly as they explored her bush and dallied on her prominent mound and when his digits descended into the abyss of her creamy cunny she let out a hoary growl as he fingered her hot syrupy slit and stimulated her clit she let out a little moan of pleasure at his touch and grabbed a cushion to bury her face in to stifle any further exclamation, of which there would be many so he stopped stroking her gorgeous wet pussy and took the cushion from her and discarded it, and she looked startled

“I want to hear every sound you make Fiza” he said and kissed her.

“Every moan and murmur”

Then she looked at him and smiled as he resumed stroking her juicy cunny looking at her face and delighting at every moan and grunt, she made as each stoke of her clit brought her closer and closer to orgasm until finally, she screamed out as she came beneath his touch, so loud that even the cushion wouldn’t have suppressed it.

Her thigh’s closed on his hand at the point of climax trapping it with his fingers still between her lips and he stroked her clit again and again and her thighs opened and closed on his hand then she screamed again and kissed him on the mouth.

Then with no hint of shyness she stood up and taking his hand almost dragged him towards the bedroom and he paused briefly before asking.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, yes, yes” she said through gritted teeth and began pulling him through the door.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (541) Pay Talks

 

It was a cold stormy night in the sleepy hamlet of Kingfisherbridge which sat quietly between Purplemere and Sharpington nestled comfortably on the edge of the Pepperstock Hills, only a few miles from Purplemere, and the lights were still burning in the office window of Addison’s bakery.

Ivy Addison was a very stern looking young woman with short brown hair who managed one of her families’ baker’s shops.

She had the reputation of never smiling and peering superciliously over her specs at everyone to wither them.

So, she was universally believed not to be a joyful person and to be bitter and cold.

Colleague Ted Simmons however new that beneath the surface she was anything but cold, and below the waist she was hot.

Ted was in her office on the pretence of discussing his pay review. 

“We need to discuss how much I’m worth” he said and unzipped her skirt before turning her around to face him.

Ivy smiled her thin-lipped smile as he unbuttoned her silk blouse and cast it aside and then she kissed him after which he sank to his knees and dragged her skirt down over her narrow hips.

“Let the negotiations begin Mr Simmons” Ivy said as she stepped out of her skirt and kicked it away, then he slid his hands up her stocking clad legs.

As he undressed her, Ivy was standing with her bony buttocks resting on the end of the desk with her hands resting on the polished wood as his hands reached her stocking tops he began to un-pop the crotch of her Teddy with his teeth, and as her hands gripped the edge of the desk her knuckles whitened.

Ted pulled the front of her Teddy aside to expose her hairless pussy and as he knelt before her shaven pussy he leant forward and kissed her hairless lips, and she murmured in approval.

He parted her lips with his tongue and tasted her umami tang and noshed on her juicy cunt.

As wet as she was it was obvious, she had been simmering all day in anticipation of their meeting, so it didn’t take long for him to take her to climax.

When Ted stood up in front of her she was still sitting on the edge of the desk, he quickly pulled the Teddy off over her head and just as swiftly she un-trousered his cock and gripping it firmly she plugged him into her hot cunny.

And as his balls reached her labia, she wrapped her skinny legs around him and hooked her ankles behind his arse and her arms locked around his neck as he fucked her tight cunt hard, which is after all what she wanted from him during the negotiations, a good hard fucking.

Ivy was no stranger to cock, and she was moaning delightfully as she received one stroke after another, appreciating every inch, and the noises she made were not what you would have expected from someone who was cold and joyless.

As she released her grip from around his neck and lay back on the desk the tone of her moaning became wonderfully dirty.

She had thrown her head back and arched her back displaying her ribs as she neared the end, and the satisfying shag came to an end as he emptied his lot inside her.

“Ok you’re worth a raise” she said as he withdrew his dripping stork from her tidy pussy.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (540) Nursing a Desire

 

Callum Priestley lived in the hamlet of Fallowacres, which was as near as damn it the centre point of the Vale, though only geographically.

Callum was a freelance Architect and had a well-equipped office at home and was able to be flexible with his working day.

So, when his grandfather was discharged from hospital and required somewhere to convalesce, he put himself forward.

He had been in hospital following a fall and just needed a little time to recuperate before he could go home.

The NHS trust had organised for him to stay in a nursing home, but he was having none of that.

“I’m not going to be fussed over by a bunch of frumpy nurses” he said.

Having made the decision that, he should stay at Callum’s house the rest of the family took it in turns to support him, to give him breaks so he can work, or run errands, or just to rest.  

 

Bright and early on Saturday morning the doorbell rang and when he opened the front door his cousin Bev Leach was standing on the step wearing her Nurses uniform.

It wasn’t the first time she had been to the house, but it was the first time the family had asked her to be there, .

“Hi Bev,” he said giving her an appraising look.

“Hi Cal” she replied, “and I don’t want any reference to “frumpy nurses”, or I’ll slap you”.

“Grumpy nurse more like” Callum said, “I think you need to work on your bedside manner”.

“My manner is exceptionally good at the bedside” she corrected him and gave him a kiss “as you very well know”.

Callum and Bev, apart from being cousins they were also fuck buddies.

After he had closed the door, she asked.

“Is he up?”

“He’s in the bath” he replied, “come and have some coffee”.

“How come you’re here so early?” he asked as they sat drinking their coffee.

“I’ve come straight from the hospital” she replied.

“In fact, do you mind if I hang around here for a bit, I’m on a split shift today and by the time I get home it’ll be time to head back again”.

“Sure, no problem” he replied.

As the morning went on Callum was beginning to regret his decision as Bev was excessively tactile, invading his personal space at every opportunity and she even kept rubbing up against him like an overly friendly puppy and she did everything to make her affections clear without actually shagging his leg.

Eventually he got fed up with her and when she followed him into the utility room he snapped.

“What is the matter with you Bev? Are you really on a split shift today or is just that you want me to split your whiskers?”

“I don’t have any whiskers” she replied all coy. “But…”

“But what?” he snapped again.

“I’m so horny” she confessed.

“Well, I can’t do anything about that at the moment” he said.

“But I’m really horny” she pleaded.

“Well, you need to go and deal with it,” he told her.

“I already did that, twice, and I’m still horny” Bev replied.

“Well go and try again,” he said.

“But it’s not MY finger that I need” she pleaded again.

Just at that moment the washing machine reached the spin cycle.

“Sit on that” he said and walked out.

 

He assumed she must have taken his advice, as he didn’t see her for about half an hour.

When she did reappear, he was sitting in the kitchen talking to Grandad and Bev boosted herself up, so she was sitting on the kitchen counter behind him, before going all “Basic Instinct” on him, sitting in his eye line “Sans Pants”, and making quite sure he knew it as she kept flashing her hairless minge at him while he was trying to talk to their Grandad.

The problem was that the thought of her wanking herself off really turned him on and ever since she told him that when she hadn’t been rubbing up against him, she was somewhere in the house rubbing her own pussy.

Callum had a semi brewing and the thought of Bev sitting on the washing machine vibrating her hairless pussy to a climax stirred him even more.

Bev was sitting flashing her freshly fingered flange at him, and he just wanted to fuck her there and then in fact he couldn’t have wanted to fuck her more even if she’d started to wank herself off with Grandad sitting there and then Bev’s busy fingers were in between her juicy hairless pussy lips.

He tried to keep eye contact with him when he spoke but obviously Callum’s eyes kept wandering from Grandads eyes to Bev’s sticky lips.

Thankfully before he exploded in his pants Grandad’s phone started ringing and he began to get up and Bev’s leg snapped shut like a bear trap or perhaps more appropriately a clamshell.

 

The three of them sat and had lunch together and all through lunchtime Callum was trying to figure out how he was going to get into Bev and after lunch while Bev was clearing away Callum helped Grandad upstairs and when he was safely settled down, he thought  Bev would be able to get the fucking she’d been begging for all day.

 

When he got downstairs, he walked into the kitchen and saw Cousin Bev sitting on the kitchen counter completely naked fingering her hairless pussy.

The nagging semi he had been nursing for hours stemming from his earlier thoughts of Bev’s self-abuse now turned into a major hard on.

Bev wasn’t fazed or embarrassed as he walked into the kitchen, nor did she stop what she was doing, it wasn’t the first time he’d caught her frigging herself over the years and it wouldn’t be the last.

“Well, well” he said as he quickly undressed, then he walked towards her and kissed her full on the mouth.

Bev was still fingering her wet crack and then with her free hand she reached out and grabbed his swollen cock.

“I thought you couldn’t take care of my horniness today?” she said mimicking him, between kisses.

“A window opened up” he replied, “and I see that you have too”.

“Shut up and fuck me” she purred and pulled his throbbing cock towards her moist pink pussy.

He hesitated, as he wanted to kneel before her shaven pussy and nosh on her juicy cunt, but after all her delicious sexy self-abuse she didn’t have time for that.

“I need your cock, now” she moaned so he let her plug his cock into her hot creamy cunny.

“Oh, that’s it,” she moaned and with her legs hooked behind his arse and her arms locked around his neck he fucked her hard, which was after all what she wanted, a good hard fucking, and he kept fucking her until she came to a shuddering climax, and he instantly followed and then she kissed him.

“God Callum I really needed that” she sighed.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (539) Immoral Properties

 

Charlie Booth first met Sharpington resident Liz Alarcon when he was on holiday with his family and three days later the 26-year-old Estate Agent took his virginity a few weeks short of his nineteenth birthday.

But that proved to be the first of many occasions, as he continued on his sexual journey with her in a variety of vacant properties on the books of her Agency.

 

On the last day of his holiday, he was in the front hall of a 3-bedroom house in Nob Hill inside Liz and she was so hot and creamy and being inside her was like being immersed in warm honey.

As he pumped into her, she let out deep rasping moans.

“Oh Charlie, Charlie” she panted and then her breaths became coarser and her moans deeper, Liz’s thighs were holding his hips like a vice and her ankles were crossed beneath his buttocks  holding him inside her.

Because she was gripping him so firmly, he could only give her short, measured strokes, one after another and another until she came to a shuddering climax, and he instantly followed her over the precipice and then she kissed him.

“Oh, Charlie that was so hot” she sighed still gripping him like a vice.

“Are you satisfied now?” he panted.

“If I say no, will you fuck me again?”

“Yes” he replied.

“Then I’m nowhere near being satisfied” Liz said.

“Then you’d better get your slutty arse into the lounge”.

He ordered her and Liz ran down into the lounge stark naked as instructed, Charlie paused, but only to pick up all the clothes and then he joined her.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (538) Foresting

 

Pippa Boothe and Harry Flemming were both students and were working during the holidays at the Pepperstock Hills National Park an area of stark contrasts, from the bare, often barren crags in the north, the lakes, and reclaimed quarries of the west. to the extensive tract of magnificent mixed forestry to the south and east, all of which attracted a variety of visitors, anglers, divers, walkers, and climbers all of whom were needy and demanding.

So, Pippa and Harry liked to get out into the forests on their time off, Pippa, because she had just discovered sex, after Harry popped her cherry during Easter break, and the forest was a great place to shag, and Harry liked it because he liked being anywhere, she was.

They drove down a little used track that led to a clearing and parked the bike and got off and headed to the tree line and as soon as they stepped into the dappled shade Pippa kissed him, and her tongue instantly darted in and out of his mouth like a viper, so he returned the kiss to her hot panting mouth.

“Very nice,” she panted as he explored inside her t-shirt, and he had just managed to dislodge both breasts from their cups when she suddenly stopped him.

“That’s enough of that” she said and ran off giggling deeper into the woods.

Harry was taken completely by surprise, but he ran after her as quickly as he could and even though she had a head start on him it didn’t take long for him to close the ground on her and he grabbed hold of her backpack and pull her back.

But her progress was only halted momentarily as she wriggled free of the straps and Harry ended up sitting on his arse holding the bag, and to add insult onto injury she paused long enough to flash her bouncing unfettered tits at him and ran off laughing.

“That’s a dirty trick” he called after her and quickly got back to his feet, but she managed to show him a clean pair of heels all the way over the ridge, and he only caught her then because she stopped.

“That was fun, wasn’t it?” Pippa said, “Shame you couldn’t keep up”.

“You fail to appreciate how difficult it is to run with a hard on” he pointed out.

“You have a hard on?” she asked smiling “give us a look”.

“You do realise that, like a samurai, if I draw my sword, I have to use it?” he responded

“Ok” she said and stood biting her lip as he dropped his pants and shorts.

Pippa studied his erection intently for a few moments and then said.

“No, I’ve changed my mind”.

“Bloody cheek” he exclaimed, as she turned on her heels and ran deeper into the woods giggling like a schoolgirl.

Dropping the backpack and kicking away his pants and shorts Harry sprinted after her and caught her before she got thirty yards, and she screamed as he grabbed her by the waist.

“Oh no you don’t,” he said.

“I thought you couldn’t run fast with a stiffy,” she said.

“I can run like a gazelle when it’s unrestricted,” he said as he tugged her shorts and knickers down, exposing her gorgeous buttocks and her moist pink pussy between them and then moved his hands up under her T-shirt and cupped her firm round tits as his cock plunged into her wetness and she exclaimed a delicious moan of pleasure.

Harry withdrew and repeated the action and elicited another moan before withdrawing again but this time as he began his penetration, Pippa annoyingly scrambled away he reached out to grab her and got a good hold of her shorts, but she continued to wriggle away, and he was left holding her empty shorts.

Once free of his clutches she scrambled to her feet with her knickers around her knees, standing beside an impressive oak she quickly removed her drawers and bent down to retrieve them.

Pippa leant against the tree and chuckled dirtily as she wiped her moist lips with the pink panties and then threw them in his face.

He picked them up and held them to his nose and watched her giggling by the tree.

“You dirty girl” he said and sprung towards her.

Pippa screamed and bolted as he pulled his top off over his head.   

When he ran past the oak, he found her kneeling naked on the forest floor.

As Harry walked towards her Pippa was licking her lips in anticipation as he approached, then as he knelt on the floor as well, she turned her back on him, he thought for a moment she was going to make him chase her again but instead she bent over and offered her open pink petals to him and said.

“Ok Samurai, time to use your sword”.

Always willing to oblige he tucked in behind her and slipped comfortably inside her hot cunny and Pippa moaned whorishly beneath the forest canopy with each penetration.

It was not a long-drawn-out coupling as both of them were at a heightened state of arousal due to their adventurous foreplay so in record time for them, they grunted and moaned their way to a satisfying climax and collapsed in a sweaty heap.

Afterwards they had to walk naked between the trees collecting their discarded clothes along the way.

That wasn’t the end of their arboreal sexploits for the day, as an encore to their earlier performance they had a much more methodical act of passionate expression and mutual satisfaction, when after pleasuring each other orally he speared her against the oak tree.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (537) Finding the Perfect Spot

 

Ron Millington and his girlfriend Sharon Rigby were on holiday in Sharpington at the end of the season and they were walking along the prom when Sharon indicated to him that she was horny, but as they were a good yomp from the caravan they decided to duck onto the pier to hopefully find somewhere quiet, and they found the perfect spot, the disabled toilet, which was situated at the end of the Pier adjacent to the theatre, and were soon indulging in a spot of foreplay.

Ron was sitting on the seat and Sharon was on his lap, her t-shirt and bra sitting crumpled above her breasts as they kissed, and his fingers were working at her wet pussy.

They were fast nearing the point when the entrée would be over, and the main course could be served when there was a loud banging on the door which rather put paid to the loud banging that they had in mind.

“Come out of there you dirty bastards” a voice shouted.

“That’s a shame” he said, “you were just lathering up a treat”. 

“Never mind” she said stoically “I’m not drying up any time soon”.

They stood up and Sara put her tits back in their holster as Ron made himself comfortable enough to run.

“We know you’re in there” the voice shouted and banged on the door again.

When they were both ready they held hands, took a deep breath, smiled, and then Ron threw the bolt and opened the door and then they ran headlong along the Pier hand in hand and giggling with disapproving shouts of protest in their wake and they ran all the way and didn’t stop until they reached the promenade, from where, still giggling, they set off for some Carnal satisfaction back at the caravan.