Choice Tales from the Vale – (547) Matters into her Own Hands

 

Jenny Ambrose worked at Maxlin’s Holiday Camp in Sharpinghead

in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a working railway station before it fell foul to Dr Beeching and his cuts.

 

Jenny Ambrose had had plenty of boyfriends and she was not a virgin, but she hadn’t found a man to get her motor purring until she started working at the Holiday Camp and she first met James.

Jenny lived in Sharpinghead with her parents, but James had a chalet on site but after three weeks she was getting increasingly horny and they were still at the stage of a quick hand job or a cheeky finger, but she wanted so much more, and every time she saw him, she was instantly horny, and after every interlude with James she was left a little hornier than the time before.

 

She lay in bed and was unable to do anything about it other than a quiet fingering in her bedroom in her parents’ house until James made his move or she made hers.

 

Jenny was awake early the next morning despite a fitful night’s sleep full of erotic dreams, lustful sensual dreams, and just downright dirty dreams all of which featured James dressed in various costumes and for every costume there was a different position in which he was fucking her and as a result she was wetter in the morning than she had been the night before.

 

After a quick shower and a satisfying fingering, she had breakfast with her parents and then walked into work where her first port of call was the common room where she hoped to see James however, he was nowhere to be seen so she got to work.

 

Jenny was a chalet maid and spent the morning stripping the beds and remaking them with fresh bed linen, and as she stuffed the joy juice covered sheets into a laundry trolley, and her thoughts turned to how they got soiled, dirty sheets soiled by other women’s passions, she cursed the dirty lucky cows.

 

As Jenny walked towards the common room she had already decided on her course of action after she had finished her shift, and the thought of it was making her very wet and she sincerely hoped that she would be even wetter when her plans came to fruition.

James had no idea of what plans were afoot and as Jenny went about her duties over the next couple of hours, she was imagining every form of titillation which made her so horny she thought she was going to explode like a volcano.

 

At the end of her shift, she went to the office and asked.

“Can I have a spare key for 33?”

“What for” Agnes began “No don’t tell me, if it’s something dirty I’ll just be jealous?”

“Ok, I’ll just take the spare key” she replied bashfully.

“Here you are then” she said, “you lucky girl”.

“Thanks” Jenny said as she took the key and went to chalet 33 and rode James like a slutty cowgirl.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (546) Staff Entertainment

 

Scott Lawrence worked at Maxlin’s Holiday Camp in Sharpinghead

in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a working railway station before it fell foul to Dr Beeching and his cuts.

Joseph was an entertainer which was a bit of a jack of all trade’s occupation, basically it was all about keeping the punters amused.

Whereas all he actually wanted to do was to amuse himself with fellow entertainer Katie Ralph.

He knew very well that she felt the same way but after a month they hadn’t got past the cheeky finger and a quick hand job stage, and Katie had had enough of the entrees and was ready for the meat course.

 

Scott had fallen asleep in the chair in his chalet, and he awoke suddenly to find Katie Ralph standing in the doorway.

He wasn’t sure if it was real or whether he was dreaming about her again, so he closed his eyes and when he opened them again, she was still there.

It must have been the sound of the door opening and closing that had stirred him from his slumber because she hadn’t made a sound and she didn’t speak, Katie just stood there dressed as a housemaid, having just come from a performance, in the concert Hall.

Wearing a black dress with white cuffs and matching collar, Scott liked the collar and cuffs to match, blacks tights, at least he presumed them to be tights anyway, and heels to shape her legs and around her narrow waist was a white frilly apron, with a matching hat on her head, Scott thought she looked very sexy, but to be honest he wanted her so badly that he would have thought she looked sexy in a black bin bag.

Without either of them speaking Katie reached behind her and undid her apron and dropped it on the floor as she walked slowly towards him, she began unbuttoning the front of her dress.

Scott could see the lace edge of her black bra appear and after another pace the whole cup was visible and by the time, she reached his chair he could see right down to the waistband of her black tights.

Emily leant forward and put a hand on the back of the chair to support herself allowing the full weight of her tits to hang seductively inviting in their black lace holster and then she kissed him in a wet, passionate, cock swelling way and he reciprocated.

When she stopped Katie stood up unhooked the catch between her breasts and leant forward again and put a hand on the back of the chair and her tits swung invitingly free in front of his face until he got his hands on them and fondled them before sucking on her magnificent erect pink nipples and suckled on them like a hungry child.

Her chest was rising and falling, and he could hear her heart pounding in her chest as he suckled on her teats and when he stopped sucking on her tits, he left them wet, misshapen, and swollen.

Katie stood up again and taking hold of both hands pulled him up off the chair, then with a shrug of her shoulders the dress was suddenly around her ankles.

After stepping out of her dress she dragged him over to the bed and he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Scott knew that only the 70-denier fabric of her black tights and a pair of wet knickers stood between him and the prize, so he pushed her backwards onto the bed and reached up under her arse with both hands and smartly yanked the tights and knickers off her buttocks, down her thighs, passed her knee and off over her feet.

As soon as her tights and drawers hit the floor Katie opened her legs wide and pulled her knees back, so they rested on her tits.

When Scott looked lustily down at her pink pussy it was obvious what she wanted him to do next, so he plunged into the salty rime and licked out her clamshell.
“Oh God Scott” she moaned as he noshed on her cunny and gripped hands full of duvet as he continued to work on her with his tongue and Katie very soon came, long and hard.

Scott stood up licking his lips and Katie sat up on the edge of the bed.

“Do me” she begged “do me now”.

Katie tried to release his cock from his trousers, with her bra hanging on her like a gunslinger’s vest, but she was struggling.

“Let me do it” he said so she moved to the middle of the bed and sat.

on her haunches.

“Hurry, hurry” she screamed excitedly bouncing up and down on her knees.

Her black shoulder length hair was bouncing with her and as he looked down at her Minge, he thought again about how much he liked the collar and cuffs to match.

As Katie bounced, everything bounced although his eyes focused on her tits.

“Hurry” she said urgently crawling towards him on her hands and knees and then she grabbed his belt and pulled him towards her, and she hurriedly began undoing his trousers.

“Time to get it out” she said with a look of intense concentration on her face and her tongue poking out the side of her mouth.

“There he is” Katie said gleefully as she roughly pulled his pants down and released the throbbing beast and her eyes were fixed on it until she looked up at his face as she played with his cock.
Scott closed his eyes as she gently tugged on him and then he felt delicate soft kisses on his sensitive knob.

This was a surprise he hadn’t expected that and then her tongue flicked around his helmet in quick feather light licks before, all at once in one smooth slurping instant he was deep in her mouth.

James could feel Emily’s fingers still caressing his shaft lightly and
he looked down just as his glistening wet knob reappeared accompanied by a sucking sound and she looked up and smiled wickedly and then she devoured him again with her hot mouth.

Scott could see the bulge of his cock in her cheek as she sucked on him, her fingers tightened their grip on his shaft as her lips were slurping around his cock.

“Oh, that’s so nice Katie,” he gasped.

But he was fast approaching the point of no return and he could tell by the lip smacking and slurping that she was enjoying her task, but he didn’t want her to suck him off, not that time anyway.

He needn’t have worried though because Katie suddenly relinquished her oral assault and leapt up and taking him completely by surprise, she shoved him hard, so he fell onto the bed, this was no mean feat considering she was five foot nothing and he was six foot four.

“Get on your back” she commanded, and he duly complied, and, in an instant, she was on top of him and thrusting her eager cunny onto his throbbing cock.

“Oh, that’s it” she moaned as with luscious liquid thrusts she skewered herself on Scott again and again.

He lay beneath her fondling her tits while she fucked him, and she remained completely in control as she elicited the most sensual self-satisfying moans.

Not needing to intercede he just gripped her tidy buttocks as she rode him beyond the precipice and screamed.

“Oh fuck” as he shot his seed into her.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (545) Watersports

 

In the north of Downshire is the old market Town of Nettlebridge which was quainter and more peaceful than its neighbour Nettlefield which was a Military Town whereas Nettlebrdge prospered from the sheep and wool trade, which is evidenced by the road names,  Sheepfold Street, Woolsack Lane and Shepherds Bridge, and this trade had historically generated a great deal of wealth.

Tony Denbury was a shepherd with his own hill farm, and he made a good living but that wasn’t his only source of revenue.

Because every month he had a special paying guest, Kelly Tan.

Kelly was Honk Kong Chinese, and he met her at university, and they dated for a couple of years, but their sex life became complicated by the fact that her tastes evolved in a different direction to his own.   

Everyone has foibles when it comes to sex, but Kelly’s turned out to be water based.

Kelly was a very pretty girl, and looking at her you would never have known the depths of deviancy she plumbed.

It was something she really struggled to get fulfilled but when he took over the farm, he was able to accommodate her in one of the barns.

Her particular brand of perversion was to be suspended naked from ropes, tied around each wrist and one ankle, and then be hoisted on pulleys until both arms and one leg were above her head and only the tips of her toes of her free leg remained in contact with the ground.

Once she was completely suspended a jet of water was squirted at her nipples, anus, and her hairy crack.

When they were dating Tony was unwilling to pander to her freaky foibles and they broke up, but he loved her and he regretted it, so when he took over the farm, he called her up.

So, every month she would drive up from Abbottsford and he would string her up and squirt her to orgasm.

She was a pretty girl with a sweet nature, but you would never have known that when she was in action because her face was contorted by repeated orgasms, and she orgasmed a lot in the watery environment and she screamed in ecstatic pleasure from beginning to end,

When it was all over and she was orgasmed to exhaustion she would be a spent force and he would have to carry Kelly back to the house and warm her up in the bath, then she would sleep for 24 hours straight.

The next day she would eat a full English breakfast before spending two days making love like a normal couple before returning to Abbottsford and a month later, they would do it all again.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (544) Entertaining an Entertainer

 

Joseph Walker worked at Maxlin’s Holiday Camp in Sharpinghead

in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a working railway station before it fell foul to Dr Beeching and his cuts.

Joseph was an entertainer which was a bit of a jack of all trade’s occupation, basically it was all about keeping the punters amused.

Whereas all he actually wanted to do was to amuse himself with fellow entertainer Brooke Flemming.

He was pretty sure she felt the same way but after a month they hadn’t got past the flirting stage.

 

Being a Holiday Camp Entertainer involved a number of costumes changes every day so there was a large changing room attached to racks where people stored their costumes.

Joe was already in a cubicle putting on a Toga for an “Up Pompeii” skit they were doing that evening when he heard Brooke and her friend Emily, Brooke was in the cubicle next to his, and he liked that.

He liked the idea that while he was in his cubicle semi naked there was only a plasterboard wall separating him from Brooke who was certainly naked for at least part of the time she was in there and he was getting aroused at the thought of it.

 

“Are you done Brooke?” Emily asked.

“I’m nearly ready” came the reply as she wriggled her way into her  swimsuit

“I’m going back to the Chalet” Emily said, “Do you need anything?”

“Oh yes, can you bring me some more knickers, these ones keep going up my crack” she replied.

“No problem I’ll be back in an hour”.

“Thanks Em” Brooke said.

James couldn’t believe his luck, not only was he in the cubicle next to hers, but he had a one-hour window in which to try and make an impression.

He left it for a moment or two, listening intently to see if he could detect any movement and when he thought he heard her pull the curtain across he waited for a second and pulled his own curtain across and he found he had timed it to perfection as Brooke was standing right there wearing a yellow one-piece swimsuit.

“Hello Brooke” he said dressed in a toga.

“Oh Joe” she said almost jumping out of her skin.

“You made me jump; I didn’t know you were here”.

“I had to get changed for the “Up Pompeii” sketch” he said as he cast an appreciative eye over her swim-suited figure where the expected pert little breasts were there for all to see.

She blushed when she noticed him looking at her protruding nipples but made no move to cover them up,

“Do you come here often?” she said trying to cover her embarrassment and failing but they both laughed.

“Wow it’s really nice to see you in a swimsuit” he said.

“You look so good”.

This made her quite flustered so as he stared into her eyes, he took hold of her hand and pulled her gently into the cubicle and pulled the curtain.

“Don’t you need to be on stage?” she asked but before he could reply she kissed him and the moment her lips touched his she stood on tip toe and locked her arms around his neck like.

 

It was the moment both of them had been waiting for and it was a hot kiss while his hands caressed up and down her small frame repeatedly ending up on her tight little buttocks.

But Brooke was impatient, so she pushed Joe down on the little bench, then pulled the front of her costume down to expose her perky tits, Joseph stared at the two beautiful pert pink confections topped by small pink nipples as they quivered before his libidinous eyes.

Brooke gave him a lusty smile before straddling his lap and resuming the kiss, her tongue invading his mouth like a striking serpent with her lips locked limpet like on his, her nostril flared and snorting in air as his hands played with her plump treasures.

She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his neck and as his hands cupped her naked breasts and as he played with her hardening nipples her arms gripped tighter and although her face was still buried deep in the crook of his neck, he could still hear her murmur.

As beautiful as her titties were, he soon tired of them, so he moved his hand down across her belly and inside her costume and in response her body stiffened, and she held her breath as his hand progressed, but she didn’t resist or halt his progress.

Joe’s fingers then disappeared inside the folds of her costume until they reached the lush hair of her pubes where they dallied momentarily before proceeding down into the abyss of her hot and creamy cunny, and she let out a moan of pleasure at his touch and made no effort to stifle her exclamations, of which there were many as he stroked her gorgeous wet pussy.

He continued stroking her juicy cunny, bringing her ever more closely to orgasm until she screamed out, as she came beneath his touch.

Brooke had felt his hard cock press against her thigh while he fingered her, and she would have truly loved to ride his cock but neither of them wanted their first shag to be a rushed and sordid coupling in a cubicle.

They were both confident they would conclude their carnal business on another day, so she gave him a soft and gentle kiss, then slithered off his lap and when she was kneeling on the floor, she lifted his toga and took his stout cock in her mouth and sucked him dry.

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.