Choice Tales from the Vale – (550) Like a Steam Train

 

On the west side of Downshire is Northchapel which has always been the Industrial powerhouse of the County and although it doesn’t physically occupy its centre it is the beating heart of the County.

In recent generations its fortunes had suffered greatly but in the 21st century major regeneration of the town was underway; however, they are also very proud of their history and the Railway Museum is a testament to that pride.

Franz Kraus is the museum curator, and he only loves one thing more than the exhibits and that’s pussy.

So, it was not unusual for him to combine the two by inviting suitable strumpets for a special out of hours tour of the museum.

Gabriella Margetts was a fairly regular recipient of his lust.

“Can we go on the Orient Express carriage?” she asked.

“Of course,” he said and led her to the exhibit and up the steps to the restaurant car.

After walking between the array of tables, set for dinner, they exited the carriage towards the sleeping car.

Franz thought that the cabin with the bunks stowed away, and the banquette sofa would be suitable for them to while away some time in mutual gratification.

Gabbi clearly had a similar idea, because the moment they entered the cabin she wriggled out of her skirt and was naked beneath it.

Franz stood briefly admiring her fluffy bush and then as she pulled her top off over her head he inched forward and ran his fingers through her lush growth.

“I think trains make me horny” she said as he worked his fingers towards her minge.

“Everything makes you horny” Franz said as his digits progressed through her damp whiskers and tentatively probed at her gash.

Gabriella leant back against the bulkhead, and he kissed her as he fingered her slippery slit.

“Mmmm” she moaned in his mouth and opened her thighs wider allowing him to slip two fingers into her creamy cunny.
As he frigged her and Gabbi came loudly she closed her thighs on his hand, but he freed himself and carried her to the banquette where she climbed onto the sofa on all fours and presented him with her moist pink pussy so he knelt behind Gabbi’s lovely naked body and slipped into her syrupy quim.

“Oh Franz that feels so good” she said “So hot and so dirty”
Gabbi had her face pressed against the glass admiring the impressive examples of Victorian engineering as he banged her wriggling squirming form and her hot panting breath huffed up the glass as he brought her to climax and Gabbi screamed, a second later he erupted inside her.
When Franz withdrew his sticky shaft from her quim she rolled onto her back

“That was so good” she purred, and he sat on the sofa beside her.

 

After a brief respite Gabriella wanted to play some more and as she knelt on the floor sucking his cock he said

“Trains really do make you horny”.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (549) Christmas Feasting

 

The Dulcets were a collection of villages and hamlets comprising of Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet St Mary, Dulcet-on-Willow, and Dulcet-on-Brooke, to name but a few, and of course Dulcet Green which was where Kit Robson lived with his parents.

The week before Christmas he was picking girlfriend Molly Combe up from university and got to her student Halls around eleven o’clock and miracle of miracles, she was ready, and half an hour after he finished loading the car they finally got away after she finished saying her goodbyes.

 

When they got back to the Dulcets, Kit thought Molly would be eager to be reunited with her nearest and dearest but after she found out that her parents were away visiting family for the day it turned out that she was more eager to be reunited with something quite different.

They had barely got through the front door before she was on him, not having done it since Halloween had obviously made her really hungry for it.

Her lips fastened over his and her active tongue invaded his mouth.

It was a very sensual kiss, and his manhood was wide-awake and did its best to burst out of his trousers and might well have succeeded had she not released it herself and very quickly began tugging roughly on it.

Molly was completely in command and soon her lips left his and moved immediately down to his cock, her agile tongue feathered his purple head in deliciously sensual flicks before devouring him in one delightfully ecstatic mouthful.

“Oh, Molly that’s so good” he said as Molly sucked him up good and proper, but before she got too enthusiastic, he pushed her head back to allow him to withdraw from her mouth and she scrambled to her feet, after wiping her slobbering lips on her sleeve she kissed him again with the same urgency as before.

Kit pushed her back against the wall and yanked her skirt up her thighs so he could get his hands under her hem.

Gripping the hem in both hands he pulled it sharply upwards, so the entire skirt was now residing around her waist, he then turned his attention to her tights and knickers.

He’d been wondering if she was wearing any, as she often pre-empted proceedings by removing her pants in many of their sexual encounters when she was “well up for it”.

Kit slid his hands around to her rear and as he groped her arse, he found that she was. 

“You’re wearing knickers,” he said sounding more than a little surprised.

 “It’s too chilly to go without” she responded,

“I didn’t want my fanny to freeze”.

“Not much chance of that” he said as he hurriedly began dragging her tights and knickers off her cute arse and followed them down to her ankles and knelt before her neat bush.

Molly was running her fingers through his hair and as he was about to stand up, he felt a very definite downward pressure from her hands as she pushed his head back down towards her cunny.

Kit was ready to fuck her, but she wanted his tongue first so in the spirit of the season he obliged her.

He had her standing on one leg while she supported herself by resting the other one on his shoulder as he supped enthusiastically on her hot gash.

Molly let him know when she had had enough by lowering her other leg and he stood up with her juice all around his mouth and when he kissed her it was all around hers as well.

Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, and she was panting loudly in his ear as he got a firm grip on each buttock and lifted her up off her feet so her deliciously syrupy fanny was at a suitable height to receive him.

Once achieved he slid effortlessly into Molly’s hot creamy cunny.

“Ohhhhh God” she gasped.

Molly’s legs locked around his middle, and he banged her against the wall.

He had one hand on her hip and with the other gripped the door frame as he banged her again and again, and her bum cheeks slapped against the plaster, which was like being applauded for his efforts.

 

With each early stroke he put into her she responded with a long-satisfied sigh but as the rhythm increased and the stokes shortened, she could only manage hoarse grunts, finishing with a scream as he emptied his Christmas sac into her.

They stayed in that position for about a minute panting hard then she said.

“Merry fucking Christmas” 

“Tis the season” he retorted.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (548) Setting a Trap

 

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 two of the staff members were Kelsey Raffo and Larry Coombe and there was an attraction between them however nothing happened other than a lot of flirting in public, and a lot of self-abuse in private.

So, Kelsey decided to take matter into her own hands, in a more meaningful way. 

 

It was on an afternoon when they were supposed to be working together in one of the suites, officially at least, she was Larry’s supervisor and she had told him about the job which was in fact bogus, so Kelsey got to the suite first, undressed and got in position.

 

Larry arrived at the room and used his pass key and closed the door behind him and as soon as he walked into the room, he spied in the afternoon light a naked buttock of a semi naked woman protruding from beneath a towel.

He dallied by the bed and felt the start of arousal and then when he spotted a supervisor’s uniform draped over a chair accompanied by pink lingerie, he knew who the buttock belonged to.

So, he undressed before he knelt down and kissed her plump cheek as the stirring continued.

Larry knew she was only pretending to be asleep, so he caressed her bare cheek and then followed the contours towards her crevice and probed gently between her lips, at his first touch she was no more than moist but she lathered up very nicely, very quickly, as he stroked her, and she began moaning softly into her pillow.

As Kelsey warmed to his rhythmic touch and her muffled moans emanated from her pillow, he penetrated her with two fingers and frigged her quickly until she came.

After he had withdrawn his wet fingers from her hot pussy, she slithered off the bed and knelt in front of him so he could dispatch her.

Larry didn’t need an invitation so he put his hands on her waist and impatiently speared her wet pussy and she grasped fistfuls of duvet while he fucked her, but after a couple of strokes Kelsey began thrusting against him and moaned uncontrollably as he pummelled her and her gorgeous little cheeks were slapping against his belly like waves lapping against the side of a boat, and she was so hot, so tight and so juicy and with every penetration she let out little high-pitched grunts.

Larry could feel himself on the threshold as Kelsey thrashed about before him and then with a scream of satisfaction, she went rigid, but he pressed on with the assault until he too climaxed and exploded inside her sweet cunny.

 

After a period of post coital afterglow cuddling up under the duvet where they mused on the surprisingly good fuck they had shared and neither of them were in any rush to leave the bed so their thoughts turned back to lust and a mutual oral interlude ensued which turned out to be a prelude to another spinetingling fuck when Kelsey wildly rode his cock like a monkey on a stick, before they had to go back to work, but it wasn’t just the sex, that kept them in that bed all afternoon, which was outstanding, it was because there was also love, and that made it even more special.

And because of that it wasn’t the last time they enjoyed each other in an empty room so they set aside an hour, or sometimes two, every afternoon to spend in one of the rooms, even when she was on her monthly and he couldn’t fuck her tight pussy they would still spend an hour or two in bed. 

Sometimes they would just hold each other and sleep but when the mood took her the pretty girl with a sweet nature, an angelic countenance and straw-coloured hair would give him a tit wank or just suck him dry.

 

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.