Funerals have had an unduly erotic effect upon me since the morning of my grandfather’s funeral in 1963 when I was 13 years old.
I was in Aunt Julie’s bedroom looking to pinch a couple of her cigarettes while she was having a bath.
But she finished sooner than I anticipated, so not wishing to get in trouble for stealing I hid in the closet and watched.
I watched her sitting on the bed as she dried her long brown hair, I watched her as she stood with her back to me as she dried her curvaceous body and offered tantalizing glimpses of what was hidden from view and I was sporting a serious woody.
And I carried on watching until the moment she turned around and threw the towel on the bed and I saw my first naked woman.
My eyes were like saucers as they were drawn first to her great globular breasts and then down to her curly brown triangle and as I fidgeted in the closet I came in my pants.
But that didn’t stop me looking at her as she first put on her black suspender belt around her narrow waist followed by black silk French drawers.
Aunt Julie did each item deliciously slowly like she knew she had an audience.
Next she pulled on the first black stocking up her long slender leg and as she leant forward to fasten the suspender her breasts swung voluptuously.
At the same slow deliberate pace she repeated the process for the second stocking.
She stood up after fastening the second suspender and seemed to look straight at me before she harnessed her large round breasts in a black lacy construction.
And when she had finished fastening her bra he saw the image to which every woman would be subsequently compared.
The addition of an under slip did not diminish my appreciation of her but when the dress went on I knew the show was over.
I had to wait in the closet with sticky pants for another 25 minutes while she applied her makeup.
When she finally went downstairs and I could escape my hiding place.
As I got to the door I looked back towards the closet and I could see the reason I thought she was looking at me because next to the closet door was a full-length mirror.
Saturday 25 February 2017
Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (10) The Predatory Receptionist
(Part 01)
Yvonne Makin closed the traditional loss making Spa Hotel in Pangmere and opened the House of Fun, where spa treatments like Raki and Reflexology were replaced by a more exotic menu for those inclined more towards restraints, punishments and the more unusual pleasures.
Massage was still on the menu but under the new rules they always had a “happy ending”
Saunas also still featured in the new regime, they were just much steamier than before.
In fact everything at the House of Fun was steamier.
There were still a lot of therapies available at the Spa, but they were mostly of the physical kind, spanking, wanking, whipping, beating and humiliation, but they were not exclusively physical.
The visitors to Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun took their pleasures in many different ways, there was one man, a regular visitor, who liked to sit naked on the lavatory masturbating, as a succession of girls walked into the bathroom pulled down their knickers and pee’d in the bath.
Not that it was just the men that were weird, a woman in her sixties liked to lay naked in the empty bath and have one of the staff Callum McDonnell who was very well endowed, urinated on her.
But it wasn’t always about the physical, one ex professional rugby player paid handsomely for the privilege of sniffing the girl’s soiled knickers which had to be stored in Tupperware boxes to keep them “fresh”.
Another man who was an old Shakespearean actor liked watching Claire Collister hoovering his room wearing nothing but wellington boots and a retired vicar liked to be walked up and down the corridor wearing a dog collar, a studded one.
Voyeurism was very popular and some two way mirror were installed in a number of rooms for the peepers.
Although some wanted to be in the room with the couple during the act, that was very expensive, in fact, any request the deviated from the norm was extra and anything that the client “insisted on” doubled or trebled the price.
Some of the request’s that were made were more bizarre than others and were more akin to “Children in Need” challenges.
A woman having her breast covered in peanut butter or a man having his genitals painted with warm honey.
Many of the staff from the old Spa Hotel business stayed on to give the new seedier trade a go, most of them merely continued in their old roles,
Cook’s, laundry staff, waiters, waitresses, cleaners, bar staff, housemaids, and maintenance staff.
Whereas others chose a career change and stayed on in a different capacity.
One of those who chose to stay on in her original role was 36 year old, 5ft 8 inch, Agnes Andreoli who had been the receptionist for 3 years before even Yvonne Makin and her husband took over in fact it was the only job she had had since she left school.
She was a Pangmere girl born and bred and she lived alone in what was her parents’ house, she had no entanglements in her life, she had a sister Anna who now lived and worked in Abbottsford but other than that she was alone and liked it that way.
She liked her own company and her independence she was not interested in relationships but she did love sex, so when the Spa made the change and it started to cater for the more depraved tastes she was able to indulge in a bit of depravity for herself which meant she didn’t need to go looking for cock or cunny in her free time she could get what she wanted during work hours and still earn a living behind the reception desk.
And she had never been more job satisfaction or been more sexually satisfied.
(Part 02)
Agnes Andreoli is a sexual predator who used to spend hours out of her precious free time in pursuit of cock or cunny but after the change from Spa Hotel to House of Fun she no longer had to venture out, as her place of work became her hunting ground and it was well stocked with suitable prey, staff and customer alike.
When it first changed she was like a child in a sweetshop and her behaviour was quite gluttonous so after a while she curbed her appetites a little but she was still getting through at least one sexual encounter a day, even when she was on the blob.
She saw all the comings and goings working on reception, the ebb and flow of of staff and punters or as she regarded them, her prey.
People would have been surprised when looking at her the she was the most prolific fornicator on the staff, and had a 90 percent hit rate.
If she got her sights on you she didn’t often miss, equally if anyone had their sights on her she rarely said no.
Agnes was a very stern looking young woman with short brown hair who, despite her philandering inclinations was exceptionally good at her job.
Her plainness was accentuated by three facts, firstly she wore glasses which she peered superciliously over the top of, secondly she always wore black, like a horny witch and the last thing was that she wasn’t a smiley person, but when she did smile it was dazzling and completely disarming.
Some days she had to go on the hunt or plot and scheme but on others they just fell into her lap.
In the reception of the House of Fun, 25 year old Sagina Hosanee sat fidgeting and looking glum.
She was a quiet gentle girl, not spectacularly pretty or blessed with a perfect figure but she was cute with big dark eyes and lovely dark chocolate skin and soft black curly hair.
She was a gentle girl with a gentle soul and there was a very good reason why she was sitting alone looking glum.
Her girlfriend and play partner, Fiona Tilbrook, had gone away on holiday with her parents, Sir Robert and Lady Catherine Tilbrook, who were a wealthy Downshire family who originally made their money in the Cotton Mills of Lancashire.
They had left the family home, a country estate at the western end of the Finchbottom Vale, for an extended holiday in the Caribbean.
Not only was Fiona her lover, she was her only lover and she didn’t know what she was going to do while she was away.
Agnes remembered Sagina from the very first day she sat timidly in reception looking like she was scared to death.
Agnes thought she was very cute, and she knew why she was looking so fed up and as she sat there she was lost and vulnerable, which was just how she liked them.
(Part 03)
Agnes remembered Sagina from the very first day she sat timidly in reception looking like she was scared to death.
Sagina was wearing knee length blue shorts, tight like leggings and a kind of short floral summer dress, scooped down at the front, fitted at the waist and just about long enough to cover her bum.
“Hello hon” Agnes said “Where’s your buddy?”
Even though she knew full well were her “buddy” Fiona was.
They had been inseparable since they popped each other’s cherry and were a perfect couple who really complimented each other.
Although there were similarities, they were both shy and reserved, more than that they were both socially awkward and lacked self-confidence, they also shared their sexual likes and dislikes and a sense of humour, but there were differences too.
Sagina was dark and dusky and was curvy, Fiona on the other hand, was stick thin.
Being with Fiona made Sagina feel more confident, and vice versa, making them dare to do things they would never do alone, they lived their lives on each other’s coat tails and without Fiona Sagina floundered.
“She’s not here” Sagina answered
“Have you come to play then?” Agnes asked hopefully
“No such luck” Came the reply and Agnes looked at her quizzically
“So you’re not here so that someone can further sully your beautiful young form”
“No” she snapped
“That’s a shame” Agnes said “They are very good at sullying at the House of Fun”
“Yes they are,” she said wistfully
“So why are you here then?” she asked
“I don’t have work today and I didn’t want to stay at home on my own” Sagina said sadly
“And when will Fiona be here?” Agnes asked
“Not for ages” she replied
“The family have gone to the Caribbean, for three weeks”
She said with tears filling her eyes.
“It will fly by I’m sure” Agnes offered
“Yes but I’ll miss all the fun” she said
“Fun” was Sagina’s euphemism for sex.
Because Agnes was standing, which made her a foot taller than Sagina, she could easily look down her top at her beautiful brown muffins and she longed to play with her chocolate teats.
“Fiona would be lost while you’re away” Agnes said
“You could keep her entertained when she returns”
“Yes but I wouldn’t go away and leave her” she said bitterly
“Wouldn’t you want too?” Agnes asked
“No, because I love her” Sagina said and started to cry so Agnes put her arm around her and comforted her and she wore a wicked leer as she did and was hoping that she would further comfort her in a very short while by fingering her hairy crack.
(Part 04)
Agnes spent about ten minutes comforting Sagina, listening to her and when she had calmed down, Agnes asked
“Would you like a drink?”
“Yes please” she replied
“Let’s go into my office” she said and then Agnes called Emily Riley, one of the support staff, over to man the desk for her while she looked after Sagina.
Emily smiled because she knew precisely how Agnes liked to look after people, she had cornered Emily in the stationary cupboard once.
In Agnes’ office was a small kitchen area in one corner which was the kind of thing you would customarily find in a hotel room.
“The cups are in the top cupboard” Agnes said as she flicked the switch on the kettle and being of diminutive stature Sagina had to stand on tiptoe to reach the cups and the act of stretching up her arm raised the hem of her skirt to expose the curves of her perfect little cheeks in her skin tight shorts.
When she had retrieved the cups she turned and looked at Agnes and asked accusingly
“Were you staring at my bum?”
“Of course” she replied
“You’re a terrible letch Agnes” Sagina said
“No I’m actually a very good letch” she corrected her “don’t you like me looking?”
“Of course I do” she said and blushed and then Agnes walked across the office and said to Sagina before she kissed her
“I think you’d like me touching you too”
And while they kissed Agnes took the opportunity to grab her tight little arse and cupped a delicious cheek in each hand.
The kiss lasted for about a minute and when their lips parted Sagina said
“Are we going to have “fun”?”
The day had begun for Sagina in great sadness with a prolonged period of frustration on the horizon while Fiona was away but had taken a distinct turn for the better when Agnes took it upon herself to get into Sagina’s knickers to ease her frustration and to pleasantly distract her from the reality of her lover’s absence.
The offer of a drink in Agnes Andreoli’s office brought fourth no refreshment but found her lying on the desk stripped to the waist, her nipples, wet, swollen, misshapen and red from Agnes’ suckling attention, her leggings and knickers were around her knees and Agnes had two fingers frantically frigging her cunny.
The only refreshment she did receive in the office that morning came when it was Agnes’ turn to be on her back in a state of undress on the desk, when Sagina lapped the plentiful juice off her pussy lips, which of course merely caused her to produce more.
Agnes was in her office for over an hour “comforting” Sagina and when she returned to the reception desk to relieve Emily she was wearing no knickers and Sagina was completely naked in Agnes’ office chair waiting to be comforted all over again which Agnes duly did during her lunch hour.
However delicious little Sagina’s body was, the “comforting” hadn’t left Agnes entirely satisfied.
Sagina and Fiona had only known each other sexually and they hadn’t been together for long.
She would have to educate her over the three weeks Fiona was away in the Caribbean then Fi would feel the benefit of it on her return.
(Part 05)
Because she had been left unsatisfied she decided to find some cock to finish her off and it was late in the evening when she spotted a likely candidate, who had the look in his eye that she was looking for, desperation.
Because of her plainness she had been the “any old port in a storm” for many a man who had lucked out elsewhere, but she didn’t mind that as all the men that had approached her in that way always saw her differently afterwards.
So with her quarry identified she decided to deploy the leg, she had fabulous legs, so she deployed all of it.
Making sure she was in his eye line she stood in her office doorway and pulled her skirt up almost to her waist whilst she adjusted her suspenders.
She always wore stockings like many of the girls at the House of Fun as it gave easy access to their pussies, either for their own hand or someone else’s.
Justin McArdle was in his late twenties and was a frequent visitor to the House of Fun and had never left the premises disappointed, however on that particular day he had struck out everywhere he had tried so he decided to head back to reception and see if something caught his eye and it did.
As he approached he had a view towards the receptionist’s office which was when he caught sight of Agnes Andreoli with her dress pulled up almost to her waist whilst she adjusted her suspenders.
This revelation was a definite point scorer and moved Agnes up in his estimation though not necessarily on to the to-do list but then he thought “Any old port in a storm”
“It’s not like there’s much to choose from” he said to himself “and she has fabulous legs”
Having bated the trap Agnes went into her office and waited for her prey to wander into her lair.
Justin walked around for about five minute, not wishing to make a hasty decision, but his cock was wriggling to life in his pants so it was clear he had already made his decision, so he decided not to be churlish and headed for Agnes’ office, then he chuckled to himself when he saw a sign which read “Staff entrance” and he thought that was a great idea, he would definitely be using the staff entrance.
He approached the office, almost tip toeing until he could see her seated at her desk and from the doorway he said
“Good evening Miss Andreoli, how are you?”
“You’re not allowed in here Mr McArdle” she said without looking up
“I was just passing and the door was open” he lied
“What do you want Justin?” she snapped “I’m very busy”
“What I want” he said as he walked into the room and closed the door behind him “is to have another look at your stocking tops”
“Really? And what makes you think I’ll let you do that?” she asked as she looked at him for the first time and smiled because she knew she had sprung the trap and then lowered her eyes to the bulge in his trousers.
(Part 06)
“What I want” Justin said as he walked into the room and closed the door behind him “is to have another look at your stocking tops”
“Really? And what makes you think I’ll let you do that?” she asked as she looked at him for the first time and smiled because she knew she had sprung the trap.
However just at the moment Agnes knew she had him, the phone rang.
She rose up from the chair and reached over and picked up the phone.
“What?” She snapped and then a bored look came over her face
“I can’t come right now Sagina I’ll come and find you later”
While she was distracted Justin sidled up behind her.
“Yes honey I promise” she said and hung up the phone.
“And what do you think you’re doing?” she said glancing over her shoulder.
He didn’t reply instead he used his body weight to pin her against the desk then with his height advantage and superior strength he wrestled her forward until she had to use her hands to support her weight.
It dawned on him at that point however that he didn’t have a clue what to do next but then Agnes started to rub her bony arse against him.
This was a welcome intervention even though she was not his target demographic he was very horny and he wouldn’t have wanted to force himself on her.
“So you do want to play?” he said
She didn’t answer but she let out a long steady exhale through her nose, and then she pushed against the lump in his trousers again.
In response he began hiking up her black skirt, she always wore black, like a horny witch.
Justin released the pressure against her to allow just enough clearance between them for the fabric to pass.
It was a good quality garment, lined, not from a catalogue, Agnes always dressed well, she was a tart but she was a classy tart.
She was bent over her desk with her full weight on her palms and he pushed the hem of her skirt halfway up her back.
He ran his hands up her stocking clad thighs to her waist and in a swift movement not unlike the magician’s tablecloth trick he yanked her knickers down.
So with her knickers safely around her knees, thus preventing her quick escape, if that was ever on her mind for a moment, which he somehow doubted in fact the only thing on her mind was precisely what she was about to get, cock.
Justin undid his trousers and sat in her chair his cock stiffly on parade.
If she was going to have a change of heart that would have been the moment to express it as he sat there staring at her bony white arse.
In truth it was a view of limited appeal and he may have begun to lose interest until she fidgeted on the desk and he could plainly see her pussy was completely hairless.
His cock responded to the sight of her so he probed an inquisitive digit between her lips, almost like checking the oil level on a car and Agnes let out a low moan and his finger came out wet, very wet.
(Part 07)
“Come on then Agnes if you want to play” Justin commanded and Agnes, who still had her hands on her desk, shuffled backwards and lowered her hairless pussy until she was squatting on his shaft and that was when Agnes showed that she was a true devotee of cock as she rose and fell on him, rising to the very tip of him on the up stroke and using every inch of his not inconsiderable shaft on the down and the noises she made as she rode him were wonderfully dirty.
He thought he would wait until she lost the rhythm and then bend her over the desk and fuck her hard to the finish line but she was showing no signs of wavering, so with his balls fit to burst he used one hand to hold her onto him and the other to push him up from the chair and he stood up with his cock all the way inside her and with five or six nerve tingling lengths he finished her over the desk.
He did think, because she was an “any old port in a storm” that he would spaff his load all over her bony white arse but she had been a spectacularly satisfying shag so he emptied his lot inside her instead.
They stood stooped over the desk panting hard for a few minutes until he withdrew his dripping stork from her tidy pussy and she collapsed.
He pulled her skirt down to cover her modesty but then thought again and then put it back so she was left uncovered.
He redressed himself and tucked away his greasy cock and then caressed her buttock and leant down over the desk and kissed her panting face.
“That was fun” he said
“Yes Justin” she said meekly between pants “It was, and it will be next time when you want to do this again”
“There won’t be a repeat”
“Oh I promise you, you’ll be back” Agnes sighed
“Good night Miss Andreoli and thank you” he said and then he left and closed the door.
But he paused and then quietly opened the door again to get one more look at her as she was still laying bent over the desk with her bony white arse and bejewelled hairless minge on full display and he smiled to himself at the sight and he continued watching for a few minutes and then she stirred and got to her feet.
Agnes was feeling very pleased with herself for her cleverness as she pulled up her knickers and let her skirt fall, she was especially pleased as Justin was still spying on her through the gap in the door.
As he continued to spy on her through the gap in the door he felt a fresh stirring in his pants and he knew at that moment that she was right and he would be going back to Agnes for more of what he’d had.
After a few moments he closed the door and turned away and headed for home, it had been a funny old day but a very pleasant evening when he had impaled Agnes over her desk.
(Part 08)
After Agnes left her office with her pussy still sticky from Justin’s ejaculating cock she went in search of young Sagina and she found her in one of the voyeur rooms watching Claire Collister and her girlfriend Kerry Freeborn, in action.
They had formerly worked in the pool and sauna suite, but chose to make the change to amongst other things, dominatrix, although they turned their slutty hands to almost anything.
Watching the girls at play had made Sagina very horny, so she was pleased to see Agnes.
Before she left reception she grabbed a key card for one of the day rooms.
The “day rooms” were just normal hotel rooms that were used by customers who needed a bedroom for the day, rather than a night, although more often than not they were rented by the hour.
But apart from being used for men, and women, to shag their “bit on the side” they could also be used by the staff, either for a shag or to get some well-earned rest between clients.
Agnes obviously had the former in mind and Sagina wasn’t complaining, in fact she didn’t complain on any of the other occasions that followed in Fiona’s absence.
But she didn’t restrict her lascivious lust to women’s girlfriends she was also getting plenty of cock from other women’s men.
But she hadn’t had a return visit from Justin McArdle’s cock which disappointed her.
After draining various men’s balls and supping lustily on Sagina’s lush pussy for two weeks Fiona retuned early.
To the casual observer 23 year old Fiona Tilbrook may well have just wandered about aimlessly in her cat suit, but that wasn’t quite the whole story.
She returned to wander the halls of the House of Fun wearing one of her famous see through cat suits, which hid nothing, especially not her hairy bush, it always made her feel sexy.
Fiona Tilbrook wasn’t a particularly pretty girl in fact she was a quite plain girl with pale skin and she was skinny.
Fiona stood a little over 5ft 2 and wore her brunette hair center parted and tied at the nape and as she walked the corridors she searched for the love of her life.
But not just because she missed her lovely Sagina, but because when Fiona returned from her holiday she was as horny as all hell and unlike Sagina she hadn’t had anyone scratching her itch while she was away, she had been attending to herself and she wasn’t very successful at it, which was why she had returned from the Caribbean a week early.
Fiona found Sagina and after a warm and affectionate embrace she then dragged her unceremoniously to the nearest play room and they were both naked within a minute of the door closing.
On witnessing the girls embrace and the urgency of their process to the playroom Agnes knew it was going to be intense so she slipped into the voyeur room to spectate.
Agnes had educated Sagina during Fiona’s absence and she was about to feel the benefit of it now she had returned.
Her pupil had learned the lessons so well and Fiona was in blissful receipt of Sagina’s tongue.
It was intense that Agnes was incredibly wet and so she hiked her skirt up and began fingering her wet pussy.
She was well greased up when the door opened and Justin walked in and his eyes went immediately to her busy fingers and she looked at him and smiled but didn’t stop.
He sat down next to her and looked through the glass and said
“My God they’re really hairy girls”
“Do you like them hairy?” Agnes asked
“No I like a silky slit” he replied and his fingers replaced hers and he flicked her off while they both watched the girl on girl action.
(Part 09)
“You’d better lock the door” she instructed after he’d flicked her off “We don’t want to be interrupted”
“Ok” he agreed “We certainly don’t want that”
By the time he had walked to the door and turned around Agnes already had her skirt off and was pulling her top off over her head.
She threw her top onto the floor and stood at the far end of the room wearing her black lace bra, matching knickers, stockings and suspenders.
“Your turn” she said
“No problem” Justin responded and a minute later he was stripped down to his socks.
“And those” she said pointing at his socks and while he complied with her order she slipped her hand down the front of her black lace panties so when he was naked he grabbed his cock and tugged on it as he walked towards her.
“Do you want this now or would you prefer to watch the spanking?” he said referring to what was going on beyond the glass “I rather like spanking”
“Me too” she said and turned her back on him before slipping her knickers down and bending over a chair.
Agnes a beautiful bum and when he playfully slapped her it produced a delightful quiver of her buttock.
“Oh Justin” she said softly “Again”
He obliged her by alternating his handiwork, distributing his strokes evenly across her cheeks.
She continued to make appreciative noises but his attention was soon drawn to her glistening minge.
“I think I want to play with this now” he said as his fingers entered her damp crack, well not so much damp as absolutely dripping.
“Mm” she responded and he continued fingering her and she moaned rhythmically to his touch and the tone of her moaning was as syrupy as her pussy until he brought her to climax and it was time for him to fuck her.
He rubbed his bell end along her wet slit and her juice bejeweled his knob before he pushed his shaft into her and she let out the loudest moan of pleasure as he entered, her velvet juices immersing his member like warm honey and she moaned audibly with pleasure.
When Justin was comfortable inside her he reached up and unceremoniously scooped up the front of her black lace bra to release her meagre fruits, which he greedily groped and squeezed as he pounded on her until her moans gave way to yelps and squeals growing ever more intense as his rhythm increased and then she screamed as her body shuddered in orgasm and Justin shot into her.
“I told you you’d be back for more” she said seconds after he’d made her cum.
But they didn’t leave it at that, after some expert oral encouragement she had him fuck her for a second time where she exacted more seed from his cock until they were completely spent and they fell asleep.
When they woke they found several hours had elapsed and an entirely different horny tableau was being played out through the two way mirror.
As sufficient time has passed and there was plenty of visual stimulation beyond the glass they fucked again for the last time that day, but not for the last time.
Yvonne Makin closed the traditional loss making Spa Hotel in Pangmere and opened the House of Fun, where spa treatments like Raki and Reflexology were replaced by a more exotic menu for those inclined more towards restraints, punishments and the more unusual pleasures.
Massage was still on the menu but under the new rules they always had a “happy ending”
Saunas also still featured in the new regime, they were just much steamier than before.
In fact everything at the House of Fun was steamier.
There were still a lot of therapies available at the Spa, but they were mostly of the physical kind, spanking, wanking, whipping, beating and humiliation, but they were not exclusively physical.
The visitors to Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun took their pleasures in many different ways, there was one man, a regular visitor, who liked to sit naked on the lavatory masturbating, as a succession of girls walked into the bathroom pulled down their knickers and pee’d in the bath.
Not that it was just the men that were weird, a woman in her sixties liked to lay naked in the empty bath and have one of the staff Callum McDonnell who was very well endowed, urinated on her.
But it wasn’t always about the physical, one ex professional rugby player paid handsomely for the privilege of sniffing the girl’s soiled knickers which had to be stored in Tupperware boxes to keep them “fresh”.
Another man who was an old Shakespearean actor liked watching Claire Collister hoovering his room wearing nothing but wellington boots and a retired vicar liked to be walked up and down the corridor wearing a dog collar, a studded one.
Voyeurism was very popular and some two way mirror were installed in a number of rooms for the peepers.
Although some wanted to be in the room with the couple during the act, that was very expensive, in fact, any request the deviated from the norm was extra and anything that the client “insisted on” doubled or trebled the price.
Some of the request’s that were made were more bizarre than others and were more akin to “Children in Need” challenges.
A woman having her breast covered in peanut butter or a man having his genitals painted with warm honey.
Many of the staff from the old Spa Hotel business stayed on to give the new seedier trade a go, most of them merely continued in their old roles,
Cook’s, laundry staff, waiters, waitresses, cleaners, bar staff, housemaids, and maintenance staff.
Whereas others chose a career change and stayed on in a different capacity.
One of those who chose to stay on in her original role was 36 year old, 5ft 8 inch, Agnes Andreoli who had been the receptionist for 3 years before even Yvonne Makin and her husband took over in fact it was the only job she had had since she left school.
She was a Pangmere girl born and bred and she lived alone in what was her parents’ house, she had no entanglements in her life, she had a sister Anna who now lived and worked in Abbottsford but other than that she was alone and liked it that way.
She liked her own company and her independence she was not interested in relationships but she did love sex, so when the Spa made the change and it started to cater for the more depraved tastes she was able to indulge in a bit of depravity for herself which meant she didn’t need to go looking for cock or cunny in her free time she could get what she wanted during work hours and still earn a living behind the reception desk.
And she had never been more job satisfaction or been more sexually satisfied.
(Part 02)
Agnes Andreoli is a sexual predator who used to spend hours out of her precious free time in pursuit of cock or cunny but after the change from Spa Hotel to House of Fun she no longer had to venture out, as her place of work became her hunting ground and it was well stocked with suitable prey, staff and customer alike.
When it first changed she was like a child in a sweetshop and her behaviour was quite gluttonous so after a while she curbed her appetites a little but she was still getting through at least one sexual encounter a day, even when she was on the blob.
She saw all the comings and goings working on reception, the ebb and flow of of staff and punters or as she regarded them, her prey.
People would have been surprised when looking at her the she was the most prolific fornicator on the staff, and had a 90 percent hit rate.
If she got her sights on you she didn’t often miss, equally if anyone had their sights on her she rarely said no.
Agnes was a very stern looking young woman with short brown hair who, despite her philandering inclinations was exceptionally good at her job.
Her plainness was accentuated by three facts, firstly she wore glasses which she peered superciliously over the top of, secondly she always wore black, like a horny witch and the last thing was that she wasn’t a smiley person, but when she did smile it was dazzling and completely disarming.
Some days she had to go on the hunt or plot and scheme but on others they just fell into her lap.
In the reception of the House of Fun, 25 year old Sagina Hosanee sat fidgeting and looking glum.
She was a quiet gentle girl, not spectacularly pretty or blessed with a perfect figure but she was cute with big dark eyes and lovely dark chocolate skin and soft black curly hair.
She was a gentle girl with a gentle soul and there was a very good reason why she was sitting alone looking glum.
Her girlfriend and play partner, Fiona Tilbrook, had gone away on holiday with her parents, Sir Robert and Lady Catherine Tilbrook, who were a wealthy Downshire family who originally made their money in the Cotton Mills of Lancashire.
They had left the family home, a country estate at the western end of the Finchbottom Vale, for an extended holiday in the Caribbean.
Not only was Fiona her lover, she was her only lover and she didn’t know what she was going to do while she was away.
Agnes remembered Sagina from the very first day she sat timidly in reception looking like she was scared to death.
Agnes thought she was very cute, and she knew why she was looking so fed up and as she sat there she was lost and vulnerable, which was just how she liked them.
(Part 03)
Agnes remembered Sagina from the very first day she sat timidly in reception looking like she was scared to death.
Sagina was wearing knee length blue shorts, tight like leggings and a kind of short floral summer dress, scooped down at the front, fitted at the waist and just about long enough to cover her bum.
“Hello hon” Agnes said “Where’s your buddy?”
Even though she knew full well were her “buddy” Fiona was.
They had been inseparable since they popped each other’s cherry and were a perfect couple who really complimented each other.
Although there were similarities, they were both shy and reserved, more than that they were both socially awkward and lacked self-confidence, they also shared their sexual likes and dislikes and a sense of humour, but there were differences too.
Sagina was dark and dusky and was curvy, Fiona on the other hand, was stick thin.
Being with Fiona made Sagina feel more confident, and vice versa, making them dare to do things they would never do alone, they lived their lives on each other’s coat tails and without Fiona Sagina floundered.
“She’s not here” Sagina answered
“Have you come to play then?” Agnes asked hopefully
“No such luck” Came the reply and Agnes looked at her quizzically
“So you’re not here so that someone can further sully your beautiful young form”
“No” she snapped
“That’s a shame” Agnes said “They are very good at sullying at the House of Fun”
“Yes they are,” she said wistfully
“So why are you here then?” she asked
“I don’t have work today and I didn’t want to stay at home on my own” Sagina said sadly
“And when will Fiona be here?” Agnes asked
“Not for ages” she replied
“The family have gone to the Caribbean, for three weeks”
She said with tears filling her eyes.
“It will fly by I’m sure” Agnes offered
“Yes but I’ll miss all the fun” she said
“Fun” was Sagina’s euphemism for sex.
Because Agnes was standing, which made her a foot taller than Sagina, she could easily look down her top at her beautiful brown muffins and she longed to play with her chocolate teats.
“Fiona would be lost while you’re away” Agnes said
“You could keep her entertained when she returns”
“Yes but I wouldn’t go away and leave her” she said bitterly
“Wouldn’t you want too?” Agnes asked
“No, because I love her” Sagina said and started to cry so Agnes put her arm around her and comforted her and she wore a wicked leer as she did and was hoping that she would further comfort her in a very short while by fingering her hairy crack.
(Part 04)
Agnes spent about ten minutes comforting Sagina, listening to her and when she had calmed down, Agnes asked
“Would you like a drink?”
“Yes please” she replied
“Let’s go into my office” she said and then Agnes called Emily Riley, one of the support staff, over to man the desk for her while she looked after Sagina.
Emily smiled because she knew precisely how Agnes liked to look after people, she had cornered Emily in the stationary cupboard once.
In Agnes’ office was a small kitchen area in one corner which was the kind of thing you would customarily find in a hotel room.
“The cups are in the top cupboard” Agnes said as she flicked the switch on the kettle and being of diminutive stature Sagina had to stand on tiptoe to reach the cups and the act of stretching up her arm raised the hem of her skirt to expose the curves of her perfect little cheeks in her skin tight shorts.
When she had retrieved the cups she turned and looked at Agnes and asked accusingly
“Were you staring at my bum?”
“Of course” she replied
“You’re a terrible letch Agnes” Sagina said
“No I’m actually a very good letch” she corrected her “don’t you like me looking?”
“Of course I do” she said and blushed and then Agnes walked across the office and said to Sagina before she kissed her
“I think you’d like me touching you too”
And while they kissed Agnes took the opportunity to grab her tight little arse and cupped a delicious cheek in each hand.
The kiss lasted for about a minute and when their lips parted Sagina said
“Are we going to have “fun”?”
The day had begun for Sagina in great sadness with a prolonged period of frustration on the horizon while Fiona was away but had taken a distinct turn for the better when Agnes took it upon herself to get into Sagina’s knickers to ease her frustration and to pleasantly distract her from the reality of her lover’s absence.
The offer of a drink in Agnes Andreoli’s office brought fourth no refreshment but found her lying on the desk stripped to the waist, her nipples, wet, swollen, misshapen and red from Agnes’ suckling attention, her leggings and knickers were around her knees and Agnes had two fingers frantically frigging her cunny.
The only refreshment she did receive in the office that morning came when it was Agnes’ turn to be on her back in a state of undress on the desk, when Sagina lapped the plentiful juice off her pussy lips, which of course merely caused her to produce more.
Agnes was in her office for over an hour “comforting” Sagina and when she returned to the reception desk to relieve Emily she was wearing no knickers and Sagina was completely naked in Agnes’ office chair waiting to be comforted all over again which Agnes duly did during her lunch hour.
However delicious little Sagina’s body was, the “comforting” hadn’t left Agnes entirely satisfied.
Sagina and Fiona had only known each other sexually and they hadn’t been together for long.
She would have to educate her over the three weeks Fiona was away in the Caribbean then Fi would feel the benefit of it on her return.
(Part 05)
Because she had been left unsatisfied she decided to find some cock to finish her off and it was late in the evening when she spotted a likely candidate, who had the look in his eye that she was looking for, desperation.
Because of her plainness she had been the “any old port in a storm” for many a man who had lucked out elsewhere, but she didn’t mind that as all the men that had approached her in that way always saw her differently afterwards.
So with her quarry identified she decided to deploy the leg, she had fabulous legs, so she deployed all of it.
Making sure she was in his eye line she stood in her office doorway and pulled her skirt up almost to her waist whilst she adjusted her suspenders.
She always wore stockings like many of the girls at the House of Fun as it gave easy access to their pussies, either for their own hand or someone else’s.
Justin McArdle was in his late twenties and was a frequent visitor to the House of Fun and had never left the premises disappointed, however on that particular day he had struck out everywhere he had tried so he decided to head back to reception and see if something caught his eye and it did.
As he approached he had a view towards the receptionist’s office which was when he caught sight of Agnes Andreoli with her dress pulled up almost to her waist whilst she adjusted her suspenders.
This revelation was a definite point scorer and moved Agnes up in his estimation though not necessarily on to the to-do list but then he thought “Any old port in a storm”
“It’s not like there’s much to choose from” he said to himself “and she has fabulous legs”
Having bated the trap Agnes went into her office and waited for her prey to wander into her lair.
Justin walked around for about five minute, not wishing to make a hasty decision, but his cock was wriggling to life in his pants so it was clear he had already made his decision, so he decided not to be churlish and headed for Agnes’ office, then he chuckled to himself when he saw a sign which read “Staff entrance” and he thought that was a great idea, he would definitely be using the staff entrance.
He approached the office, almost tip toeing until he could see her seated at her desk and from the doorway he said
“Good evening Miss Andreoli, how are you?”
“You’re not allowed in here Mr McArdle” she said without looking up
“I was just passing and the door was open” he lied
“What do you want Justin?” she snapped “I’m very busy”
“What I want” he said as he walked into the room and closed the door behind him “is to have another look at your stocking tops”
“Really? And what makes you think I’ll let you do that?” she asked as she looked at him for the first time and smiled because she knew she had sprung the trap and then lowered her eyes to the bulge in his trousers.
(Part 06)
“What I want” Justin said as he walked into the room and closed the door behind him “is to have another look at your stocking tops”
“Really? And what makes you think I’ll let you do that?” she asked as she looked at him for the first time and smiled because she knew she had sprung the trap.
However just at the moment Agnes knew she had him, the phone rang.
She rose up from the chair and reached over and picked up the phone.
“What?” She snapped and then a bored look came over her face
“I can’t come right now Sagina I’ll come and find you later”
While she was distracted Justin sidled up behind her.
“Yes honey I promise” she said and hung up the phone.
“And what do you think you’re doing?” she said glancing over her shoulder.
He didn’t reply instead he used his body weight to pin her against the desk then with his height advantage and superior strength he wrestled her forward until she had to use her hands to support her weight.
It dawned on him at that point however that he didn’t have a clue what to do next but then Agnes started to rub her bony arse against him.
This was a welcome intervention even though she was not his target demographic he was very horny and he wouldn’t have wanted to force himself on her.
“So you do want to play?” he said
She didn’t answer but she let out a long steady exhale through her nose, and then she pushed against the lump in his trousers again.
In response he began hiking up her black skirt, she always wore black, like a horny witch.
Justin released the pressure against her to allow just enough clearance between them for the fabric to pass.
It was a good quality garment, lined, not from a catalogue, Agnes always dressed well, she was a tart but she was a classy tart.
She was bent over her desk with her full weight on her palms and he pushed the hem of her skirt halfway up her back.
He ran his hands up her stocking clad thighs to her waist and in a swift movement not unlike the magician’s tablecloth trick he yanked her knickers down.
So with her knickers safely around her knees, thus preventing her quick escape, if that was ever on her mind for a moment, which he somehow doubted in fact the only thing on her mind was precisely what she was about to get, cock.
Justin undid his trousers and sat in her chair his cock stiffly on parade.
If she was going to have a change of heart that would have been the moment to express it as he sat there staring at her bony white arse.
In truth it was a view of limited appeal and he may have begun to lose interest until she fidgeted on the desk and he could plainly see her pussy was completely hairless.
His cock responded to the sight of her so he probed an inquisitive digit between her lips, almost like checking the oil level on a car and Agnes let out a low moan and his finger came out wet, very wet.
(Part 07)
“Come on then Agnes if you want to play” Justin commanded and Agnes, who still had her hands on her desk, shuffled backwards and lowered her hairless pussy until she was squatting on his shaft and that was when Agnes showed that she was a true devotee of cock as she rose and fell on him, rising to the very tip of him on the up stroke and using every inch of his not inconsiderable shaft on the down and the noises she made as she rode him were wonderfully dirty.
He thought he would wait until she lost the rhythm and then bend her over the desk and fuck her hard to the finish line but she was showing no signs of wavering, so with his balls fit to burst he used one hand to hold her onto him and the other to push him up from the chair and he stood up with his cock all the way inside her and with five or six nerve tingling lengths he finished her over the desk.
He did think, because she was an “any old port in a storm” that he would spaff his load all over her bony white arse but she had been a spectacularly satisfying shag so he emptied his lot inside her instead.
They stood stooped over the desk panting hard for a few minutes until he withdrew his dripping stork from her tidy pussy and she collapsed.
He pulled her skirt down to cover her modesty but then thought again and then put it back so she was left uncovered.
He redressed himself and tucked away his greasy cock and then caressed her buttock and leant down over the desk and kissed her panting face.
“That was fun” he said
“Yes Justin” she said meekly between pants “It was, and it will be next time when you want to do this again”
“There won’t be a repeat”
“Oh I promise you, you’ll be back” Agnes sighed
“Good night Miss Andreoli and thank you” he said and then he left and closed the door.
But he paused and then quietly opened the door again to get one more look at her as she was still laying bent over the desk with her bony white arse and bejewelled hairless minge on full display and he smiled to himself at the sight and he continued watching for a few minutes and then she stirred and got to her feet.
Agnes was feeling very pleased with herself for her cleverness as she pulled up her knickers and let her skirt fall, she was especially pleased as Justin was still spying on her through the gap in the door.
As he continued to spy on her through the gap in the door he felt a fresh stirring in his pants and he knew at that moment that she was right and he would be going back to Agnes for more of what he’d had.
After a few moments he closed the door and turned away and headed for home, it had been a funny old day but a very pleasant evening when he had impaled Agnes over her desk.
(Part 08)
After Agnes left her office with her pussy still sticky from Justin’s ejaculating cock she went in search of young Sagina and she found her in one of the voyeur rooms watching Claire Collister and her girlfriend Kerry Freeborn, in action.
They had formerly worked in the pool and sauna suite, but chose to make the change to amongst other things, dominatrix, although they turned their slutty hands to almost anything.
Watching the girls at play had made Sagina very horny, so she was pleased to see Agnes.
Before she left reception she grabbed a key card for one of the day rooms.
The “day rooms” were just normal hotel rooms that were used by customers who needed a bedroom for the day, rather than a night, although more often than not they were rented by the hour.
But apart from being used for men, and women, to shag their “bit on the side” they could also be used by the staff, either for a shag or to get some well-earned rest between clients.
Agnes obviously had the former in mind and Sagina wasn’t complaining, in fact she didn’t complain on any of the other occasions that followed in Fiona’s absence.
But she didn’t restrict her lascivious lust to women’s girlfriends she was also getting plenty of cock from other women’s men.
But she hadn’t had a return visit from Justin McArdle’s cock which disappointed her.
After draining various men’s balls and supping lustily on Sagina’s lush pussy for two weeks Fiona retuned early.
To the casual observer 23 year old Fiona Tilbrook may well have just wandered about aimlessly in her cat suit, but that wasn’t quite the whole story.
She returned to wander the halls of the House of Fun wearing one of her famous see through cat suits, which hid nothing, especially not her hairy bush, it always made her feel sexy.
Fiona Tilbrook wasn’t a particularly pretty girl in fact she was a quite plain girl with pale skin and she was skinny.
Fiona stood a little over 5ft 2 and wore her brunette hair center parted and tied at the nape and as she walked the corridors she searched for the love of her life.
But not just because she missed her lovely Sagina, but because when Fiona returned from her holiday she was as horny as all hell and unlike Sagina she hadn’t had anyone scratching her itch while she was away, she had been attending to herself and she wasn’t very successful at it, which was why she had returned from the Caribbean a week early.
Fiona found Sagina and after a warm and affectionate embrace she then dragged her unceremoniously to the nearest play room and they were both naked within a minute of the door closing.
On witnessing the girls embrace and the urgency of their process to the playroom Agnes knew it was going to be intense so she slipped into the voyeur room to spectate.
Agnes had educated Sagina during Fiona’s absence and she was about to feel the benefit of it now she had returned.
Her pupil had learned the lessons so well and Fiona was in blissful receipt of Sagina’s tongue.
It was intense that Agnes was incredibly wet and so she hiked her skirt up and began fingering her wet pussy.
She was well greased up when the door opened and Justin walked in and his eyes went immediately to her busy fingers and she looked at him and smiled but didn’t stop.
He sat down next to her and looked through the glass and said
“My God they’re really hairy girls”
“Do you like them hairy?” Agnes asked
“No I like a silky slit” he replied and his fingers replaced hers and he flicked her off while they both watched the girl on girl action.
(Part 09)
“You’d better lock the door” she instructed after he’d flicked her off “We don’t want to be interrupted”
“Ok” he agreed “We certainly don’t want that”
By the time he had walked to the door and turned around Agnes already had her skirt off and was pulling her top off over her head.
She threw her top onto the floor and stood at the far end of the room wearing her black lace bra, matching knickers, stockings and suspenders.
“Your turn” she said
“No problem” Justin responded and a minute later he was stripped down to his socks.
“And those” she said pointing at his socks and while he complied with her order she slipped her hand down the front of her black lace panties so when he was naked he grabbed his cock and tugged on it as he walked towards her.
“Do you want this now or would you prefer to watch the spanking?” he said referring to what was going on beyond the glass “I rather like spanking”
“Me too” she said and turned her back on him before slipping her knickers down and bending over a chair.
Agnes a beautiful bum and when he playfully slapped her it produced a delightful quiver of her buttock.
“Oh Justin” she said softly “Again”
He obliged her by alternating his handiwork, distributing his strokes evenly across her cheeks.
She continued to make appreciative noises but his attention was soon drawn to her glistening minge.
“I think I want to play with this now” he said as his fingers entered her damp crack, well not so much damp as absolutely dripping.
“Mm” she responded and he continued fingering her and she moaned rhythmically to his touch and the tone of her moaning was as syrupy as her pussy until he brought her to climax and it was time for him to fuck her.
He rubbed his bell end along her wet slit and her juice bejeweled his knob before he pushed his shaft into her and she let out the loudest moan of pleasure as he entered, her velvet juices immersing his member like warm honey and she moaned audibly with pleasure.
When Justin was comfortable inside her he reached up and unceremoniously scooped up the front of her black lace bra to release her meagre fruits, which he greedily groped and squeezed as he pounded on her until her moans gave way to yelps and squeals growing ever more intense as his rhythm increased and then she screamed as her body shuddered in orgasm and Justin shot into her.
“I told you you’d be back for more” she said seconds after he’d made her cum.
But they didn’t leave it at that, after some expert oral encouragement she had him fuck her for a second time where she exacted more seed from his cock until they were completely spent and they fell asleep.
When they woke they found several hours had elapsed and an entirely different horny tableau was being played out through the two way mirror.
As sufficient time has passed and there was plenty of visual stimulation beyond the glass they fucked again for the last time that day, but not for the last time.
Friday 24 February 2017
It All Comes Out In the Wash
Sally was laying beneath the duvet and through the wall she could hear him in the shower.
And she envied every droplet of water as it ran over his naked skin.
She had loved him since she was eleven years old and now she was almost twenty she wanted him with every fibre of her being.
“He” was Danny, the elder brother of Sally’s best friend Erin who at the age of 18 had, to all intents and purposes, become the father of his 11 year old sister.
Their parents were killed in a car crash on the M6 and all his hopes and dreams for the future died with them.
His plans to go to University and what that might have led to were set aside in order for him to raise his little sister.
The early years of his enforced parenthood he was consumed by his new responsibilities, running the home, nurturing Erin and holding down a job.
The only saving grace from being weighed down by responsibility’s at such a young age was that he was a stronger person for the experience and Erin was everything their parents would have wished her to be.
And he was proud of the result.
His sacrifice had allowed her to follow her dreams and she was now at University with Sally.
In the warmth of her bed she felt aroused as she listened to the water washing over him.
Her flesh tingled and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up and her nipples erected as she felt that tell-tale feeling as the warmth build within her
The water stopped and the foot fall told her he had stepped out of the shower and she pictured his naked form as he did so.
Just a thin stud wall separated her eager want from the object of her desire.
She could see in her mind’s eye each droplet of water dripping from his torso and her hand travelled purposely across her belly and slipped inside her shorts where her finger went quickly between her moist lips and she was as wet as he.
The door suddenly opened and she heard herself gasp as he walked into the room but her finger lingered between her greasy lips.
She clenched her buttocks tightly and grasped her thighs firmly around her hand
But as she watched him across the room her slender digits moved involuntarily and she continued to stroke herself.
Danny began picking up the laundry that had been discarded in and around the wash bin.
There was always plenty of it when Erin was back from Uni and even more whenever Sally slept over.
Sally and Erin had been best friend since forever and over the years she had been a regular house guest.
They’d been back from University for a week and the washing had already built up and this was the first opportunity he’d had to get to grips with it.
But as it was Saturday and the girls had gone to a party the night before and had stayed over at another friends place he thought he should make a start on the washing.
As he went through the assorted jeans, T-shirts and lingerie, he thought how quickly time passed by and how quickly his sister and her best friend had grown up.
He smiled to himself as he remembered Erin’s first Bra, it was a purely cosmetic device of course when she was twelve.
Then as she grew she went through various stages of padded enhancements and eventually to the full cupped and underwired contraptions she wore today.
It was the same with her pants in the early days they were childishly embellished with flowers or colourful characters, then progressed through to practical pants and onto more sophisticated items before progressing on to the skimpy things of lace and bows.
His little sister was a grown woman now.
She watched as he stood across the room in the half light, his upper body still damp, a towel wrapped around the lower.
He was standing sorting laundry into baskets of light and dark and as he held a pair of pink knickers she recognised them as her own and she wished she was wearing them at that moment and her arousal deepened.
He held the pink panties briefly in his hand before dropping them into the appropriate pile.
Then a red pair, then pale blue silk and followed by black lace.
Sally watched as he handled her knickers one pair after another and she bit her lip, she had never been so turned on.
Her finger was still engaged between her juicy lips, she knew she should stop but she just couldn’t.
As Danny was methodically sorting the mountain of dirty washing.
He had no idea she was laying there in the gloom or what she was doing there beneath the duvet, she and Erin were supposed to be sleeping over at Karen’s some 20 miles away.
Had he known she was there he would not have entered the room especially wearing nothing but a towel, he would have been too self-conscious.
He had known her since she was an awkward clumsy eleven year old girl who seemed to spend her entire time either falling over or picking herself up and showing off her floral knickers in the process.
But she was a young woman now and Sally was a far cry from the klutzy eleven year old in flowered briefs.
She had grown up to become a swan.
He could never tell her that though, nor could he tell his sister how he felt about her.
God how she wanted to finish herself off right there, but she couldn’t with him standing there.
But she didn’t want him to leave, touching herself with him so close was so exciting,
She had never felt so hot as at that moment.
Danny fished out the last item from the bottom of the bin and turned to leave the room when Sally let out an involuntary moan and he turned around.
“Is that you Sal?” he asked
Sally bit hard on her lip after her exclamation but was still unable to halt her fingering
“Yes” she replied through clenched teeth
He walked to the window and opened one curtain, spilling weak winter light into the room.
It lit across the rumpled screwed up duvet and a shapeless bulge beneath it.
“I thought you and Erin were staying over at Karen’s” Danny said
“Erin did” she gasped “but I didn’t fancy it”
Each word was spoken through gritted teeth and were slow and laboured and she was squirming beneath the duvet.
He took a hand full of duvet and through it aside revealing Sally’s lustful pose.
Her nipples were standing proud through her pyjama top and her right hand was still inside her shorts.
Instead of feeling embarrassment, Sally’s exposure before the object of her lust merely turned her on even more and her finger still lingered between her lips.
It was there that his is eyes were drawn, that place were the fabric of her shorts moved to rhythm of her busy fingers frigging herself before him.
As he stood there he felt a passion welling up in him, a passion he had suppressed over the last two years which he dare not have hoped to have acted upon until that moment.
He watched her and she reached out her left hand and tugged at the towel wrapped around him until it fell away.
Then the want that had simmered for so long between them finally came to the boil.
And she envied every droplet of water as it ran over his naked skin.
She had loved him since she was eleven years old and now she was almost twenty she wanted him with every fibre of her being.
“He” was Danny, the elder brother of Sally’s best friend Erin who at the age of 18 had, to all intents and purposes, become the father of his 11 year old sister.
Their parents were killed in a car crash on the M6 and all his hopes and dreams for the future died with them.
His plans to go to University and what that might have led to were set aside in order for him to raise his little sister.
The early years of his enforced parenthood he was consumed by his new responsibilities, running the home, nurturing Erin and holding down a job.
The only saving grace from being weighed down by responsibility’s at such a young age was that he was a stronger person for the experience and Erin was everything their parents would have wished her to be.
And he was proud of the result.
His sacrifice had allowed her to follow her dreams and she was now at University with Sally.
In the warmth of her bed she felt aroused as she listened to the water washing over him.
Her flesh tingled and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up and her nipples erected as she felt that tell-tale feeling as the warmth build within her
The water stopped and the foot fall told her he had stepped out of the shower and she pictured his naked form as he did so.
Just a thin stud wall separated her eager want from the object of her desire.
She could see in her mind’s eye each droplet of water dripping from his torso and her hand travelled purposely across her belly and slipped inside her shorts where her finger went quickly between her moist lips and she was as wet as he.
The door suddenly opened and she heard herself gasp as he walked into the room but her finger lingered between her greasy lips.
She clenched her buttocks tightly and grasped her thighs firmly around her hand
But as she watched him across the room her slender digits moved involuntarily and she continued to stroke herself.
Danny began picking up the laundry that had been discarded in and around the wash bin.
There was always plenty of it when Erin was back from Uni and even more whenever Sally slept over.
Sally and Erin had been best friend since forever and over the years she had been a regular house guest.
They’d been back from University for a week and the washing had already built up and this was the first opportunity he’d had to get to grips with it.
But as it was Saturday and the girls had gone to a party the night before and had stayed over at another friends place he thought he should make a start on the washing.
As he went through the assorted jeans, T-shirts and lingerie, he thought how quickly time passed by and how quickly his sister and her best friend had grown up.
He smiled to himself as he remembered Erin’s first Bra, it was a purely cosmetic device of course when she was twelve.
Then as she grew she went through various stages of padded enhancements and eventually to the full cupped and underwired contraptions she wore today.
It was the same with her pants in the early days they were childishly embellished with flowers or colourful characters, then progressed through to practical pants and onto more sophisticated items before progressing on to the skimpy things of lace and bows.
His little sister was a grown woman now.
She watched as he stood across the room in the half light, his upper body still damp, a towel wrapped around the lower.
He was standing sorting laundry into baskets of light and dark and as he held a pair of pink knickers she recognised them as her own and she wished she was wearing them at that moment and her arousal deepened.
He held the pink panties briefly in his hand before dropping them into the appropriate pile.
Then a red pair, then pale blue silk and followed by black lace.
Sally watched as he handled her knickers one pair after another and she bit her lip, she had never been so turned on.
Her finger was still engaged between her juicy lips, she knew she should stop but she just couldn’t.
As Danny was methodically sorting the mountain of dirty washing.
He had no idea she was laying there in the gloom or what she was doing there beneath the duvet, she and Erin were supposed to be sleeping over at Karen’s some 20 miles away.
Had he known she was there he would not have entered the room especially wearing nothing but a towel, he would have been too self-conscious.
He had known her since she was an awkward clumsy eleven year old girl who seemed to spend her entire time either falling over or picking herself up and showing off her floral knickers in the process.
But she was a young woman now and Sally was a far cry from the klutzy eleven year old in flowered briefs.
She had grown up to become a swan.
He could never tell her that though, nor could he tell his sister how he felt about her.
God how she wanted to finish herself off right there, but she couldn’t with him standing there.
But she didn’t want him to leave, touching herself with him so close was so exciting,
She had never felt so hot as at that moment.
Danny fished out the last item from the bottom of the bin and turned to leave the room when Sally let out an involuntary moan and he turned around.
“Is that you Sal?” he asked
Sally bit hard on her lip after her exclamation but was still unable to halt her fingering
“Yes” she replied through clenched teeth
He walked to the window and opened one curtain, spilling weak winter light into the room.
It lit across the rumpled screwed up duvet and a shapeless bulge beneath it.
“I thought you and Erin were staying over at Karen’s” Danny said
“Erin did” she gasped “but I didn’t fancy it”
Each word was spoken through gritted teeth and were slow and laboured and she was squirming beneath the duvet.
He took a hand full of duvet and through it aside revealing Sally’s lustful pose.
Her nipples were standing proud through her pyjama top and her right hand was still inside her shorts.
Instead of feeling embarrassment, Sally’s exposure before the object of her lust merely turned her on even more and her finger still lingered between her lips.
It was there that his is eyes were drawn, that place were the fabric of her shorts moved to rhythm of her busy fingers frigging herself before him.
As he stood there he felt a passion welling up in him, a passion he had suppressed over the last two years which he dare not have hoped to have acted upon until that moment.
He watched her and she reached out her left hand and tugged at the towel wrapped around him until it fell away.
Then the want that had simmered for so long between them finally came to the boil.
Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (09) Playing Dress Up
(Part 01)
Yvonne Makin closed the traditional loss making Spa Hotel in Pangmere and opened the House of Fun, where spa treatments like Raki and Reflexology were replaced by a more exotic menu for those inclined more towards restraints, punishments and the more unusual pleasures.
Massage was still on the menu but under the new rules they always had a “happy ending”
Saunas also still featured in the new regime, they were just much steamier than before.
In fact everything at the House of Fun was steamier.
There were still a lot of therapies available at the Spa, but they were mostly of the physical kind, spanking, wanking, whipping, beating and humiliation, but they were not exclusively physical.
The visitors to the Yvonne’s House of Fun took their pleasures in many different ways, there was one man, a regular visitor, who liked to sit naked on the lavatory masturbating, as a succession of girls walked into the bathroom pulled down their knickers and pee’d in the bath.
Not that it was just the men that were weird, a woman in her sixties liked to lay naked in the empty bath and have one of the staff Callum McDonnell who was very well endowed, urinated on her.
But it wasn’t always about the physical, one ex professional rugby player paid handsomely for the privilege of sniffing the girl’s soiled knickers which had to be stored in Tupperware boxes to keep them “fresh”.
Another man who was an old Shakespearean actor liked watching Claire Collister hoovering his room wearing nothing but wellington boots and a retired vicar liked to be walked up and down the corridor wearing a dog collar, a studded one.
Voyeurism was very popular and some two way mirror were installed in a number of rooms for the peepers.
Although some wanted to be in the room with the couple during the act, that was very expensive, in fact, any request the deviated from the norm was extra and anything that the client “insisted on” doubled or trebled the price.
Some of the request that were made were more bizarre than others and were more akin to “Children in Need” challenges.
A woman having her breast covered in peanut butter or a man having his genitals painted with warm honey.
Many of the staff from the old Spa Hotel business stayed on to give the new seedier trade a go, most of them merely continued in their old roles,
Cook’s, laundry staff, waiters, waitresses, cleaners, bar staff, housemaids, and maintenance staff.
Whereas others chose a career change and stayed on in a different capacity.
One of those who chose to stay on in his original role was 31 year old 6ft 4 inch James Ford-Bannister who had been a masseur for 3 years before the change and when it started to cater for the more depraved tastes he was able to indulge in a bit of depravity for himself, and he was like a child in a sweetshop so after a while in an attempt to curb his appetites he started to change over to a predominantly male clientele, he only kept his most favourite female clients who he could fuck when the mood took him.
He was a strong and gentle man ruggedly handsome who would have gladly given up his favourite fucks on the massage table for his heart’s desire, Emily.
(Part 02)
James Ford-Bannister was a strong and gentle man, ruggedly handsome, who would have gladly given up his favourite fucks on the massage table for his heart’s desire, Emily.
James was married when he was twenty and bitterly divorced when he was twenty three and after that point all of his relationships were based purely on sex and he never had a single thought about love.
However all that changed when he first laid eyes on Emily Riley, he fell in love with her on the spot.
Emily was a pretty girl with a sweet nature, with an angelic countenance and strawberry coloured hair, standing barely five feet tall, slender and pale, and her skin was always flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed.
Emily was so lovely and she always wore a smile, which was why he fell for her.
She was almost ten years younger than James, and was just a few months short of her 22nd birthday and was a native of the village of Pangmere.
But the thing that endeared her to James the most was the fact that she seemed perfectly oblivious of her overall beauty and the effect she had on the men and women around her.
Not that she hadn’t had boyfriends and she was not a virgin but she hadn’t found the man to get her motor purring until she started working at the house of fun and she first met James.
The two of them began to flirt almost immediately, this would sometimes take the form of suggestive remarks and the other would always reciprocate.
On other occasions it would be physical flirting like the times when she would deliver fresh towels to James and there was always a lingering exchange where their hands would touch and there would be a momentary caress of each other’s hands, and when they passed in a corridor or doorway they would brush past very close even when there was clearly enough space to pass.
But despite their very obvious attraction they didn’t take it any further because James doubted he could win the heart of such a beautiful young girl and Emily was too naïve to think that he would want her, so they never did anything more than that which was ok as they really enjoyed the flirting.
Emily’s role at the House of Fun was as part of the support staff, it was a role that was quite varied and she enjoyed it very much.
She didn’t do any of the “mucky stuff” as her mum called it, not that she was averse to the idea, it was just that she lacked the confidence in such matters, but it didn’t prevent her from getting close to the action.
As support staff her duties could involve “meeting and greeting” clients in reception and showing them to their chosen place of pleasure or even assisting in the various rooms, such as restraining victims in the bondage rooms or providing props in the playrooms.
Emily had quickly become a favourite of the Queen of Sin, Yvonne Makin and was sometimes used to pour oil on troubled waters.
Being a sweet young girl of five foot nothing with an angelic countenance Emily often had a calming effect in difficult situations but if all that failed she normally had someone like 6ft 4 inch James on hand who had different ways of calming things down.
one of her other duties was to assist Yvonne’s niece Lesley in the costume department where they had amassed quite a wardrobe for the punters delight at some great cost, but Yvonne’s attitude was that if the clients wanted them, then they could have them, but of course she charged them a premium to use them, because everything came at a price, which in part covered the cleaning bill, which was astronomical as not all fabrics were wipe clean, and Emily discovered when costumes were returned they could often require a lot of cleaning.
(Part 03)
One morning, Emily Riley was left in temporary charge of the costume department, she had only gone up there that morning to borrow a modest one piece swimsuit, the kind with a skirt.
She was going to be doing a session in the Wet Rooms later that morning, but the swimwear available down there were a bit too revealing for her taste.
The Wet Rooms were part of the pool and sauna suite and were for those whose foibles were water based.
Of course every room in the House of Fun was a wet room to some degree but the wet rooms proper were something else.
She was attending to one of the regular visitors to the water based facilities, Karen Cho, who was an absolute legend at the House of Fun and everyone had watched her in action at some point.
Karen was Honk Kong Chinese and her foible was to be suspended from ropes, tied around each wrist and one ankle and then she was 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.
And then a jet of water was squirted at her nipples, anus and her hairy crack.
Karen was a pretty girl 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 and she screamed in ecstatic pleasure from beginning to end, and that day Emily would be in the room which was why she needed the swimsuit.
While she was in the Costume Department she used one of the cubicle to try on the costume she had chosen she was completely unaware who was in the cubicle next door.
The changing facility were typically modern, spacious unisex changing booths with a bench seat on one side and coat hooks on the opposite wall and a curtains across the doorway.
And as Emily wriggled her way into the swimsuit James Ford-Bannister was in the cubicle next door and he knew very well who his neighbour was.
He liked the idea that while he was in his cubicle semi naked there was only a plasterboard wall separating him from Emily 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.
James was in the cubicle getting dressed into a toga, for one of his clients who like to imagine he was being massaged in ancient Rome.
He was almost done when he heard a familiar voice nearby and it was Lesley Makin and she was almost outside his cubicle.
“Are you done Emily?” she asked
“I’m nearly ready” came the reply
“I need a favour” Lesley said
“Oh yes” she said suspiciously
“Can you hold the fort here for half an hour or so?” she said and then in a hushed whisper she added
“It’s our anniversary so I want to visit the Disney Room with Aidan”
“You mean you want an anniversary shag” Emily said with a chuckle
“Pretty much” she confessed
“Go on then but no more than an hour”
“Thanks Em you’re the best” Lesley said and James heartily agreed.
“Ok I will see you in an hour” Lesley said
(Part 04)
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 open and he found he had timed it to perfection as Emily was standing right there wearing a blue and white one piece swimsuit.
“Hello Emily” he said dressed in a toga
“Oh James” 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 a rather fussy client” 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.
“Wont anyone wonder where you are” she said feebly 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 she stood on tip toe so she could reach up her arms and gripped him around the neck like a bear trap.
It was the moment both of them had been waiting for and it was a hot liquid kiss with darting tongues of passion while his hands caressed up and down her small frame repeatedly ending up on her tight little buttocks.
James sat down on the little bench so the diminutive little girl was now above him, kissing down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of his with her lips still locked limpet like on his, her nostril flared and snorted in air and his hands continued their travels up and down her spine but he was desperate to play with her treasures so he steered her tiny frame until it was in a position where he could sit her down on his lap.
Emily refused to relinquish contact of her lips on his until the moment her cute little arse made contact with his lap and their mouths disengaged briefly and she gave him her most angelic smile before locking on to him again.
James now had one arm around her shoulder and the opposite hand on her waist, which he slid slowly up to cup her breast and she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled her small breast through her swimsuit.
(Part 05)
James now had one arm around her shoulder and the opposite hand on her waist, which he slid slowly up to cup her breast and she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled her small breast through her swimsuit.
He fondled her breast for a few minutes, which was nice but he wanted more so his hand left her breast and went up to her shoulder and grasped the strap.
They stopped kissing and Emily dropped her arms to her sides and let him pull the shoulder straps down and then she wriggled her skinny arms out of them one at a time but she held the front of the swimsuit in place with her spare hand and then she kissed him again briefly before wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his neck.
Which was when the front of her swimsuit flopped down to finally reveal the two beautiful pert pink confections previously hidden from his sight and they sat there and quivered before his libidinous eyes topped by small pink nipples.
As his hand cupped her naked breast and played with her hardening nipples Emily’s 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 quickly began tiring of them so he moved his playful 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.
James’ fingers then disappeared inside the folds of her costume until they reached the lush hair of her pubes where they dallied before momentarily resting on her prominent mound and then down into the abyss of her hot and creamy cunny, and she let out a little “Hmmm” of pleasure at his touch and she grabbed a handful of his toga and buried her face in it to stifle any further exclamation, of which there were many as he stroked her gorgeous wet pussy.
His cock was hard beneath her soft buttocks as he continued stroking her juicy cunny bringing her closer and closer to orgasm until she screamed out, audible even through the mouthful of toga, as she came beneath his touch.
Her thigh’s closed tight on his hand at the point of climax trapping his hand but his fingers were still between her lips and he would have liked to have taken her further with his frigging and then finish her with his cock but he was already late for his session with Ancient Roma man and besides he didn’t want their first engagement to be some torrid sordid shag in a glorified cupboard.
He was fairly confident, as he sat there with his fingers still wet with her cunny juice, that there would be time enough for sordid sex encounters at a later date.
But he knew they would conclude their business another day to be a certainty even before she kissed him a soft and gentle kiss.
So James watched as she recover her lovely titties and then they had a languid affectionate farewell kiss and he pulled back the curtain and she went to work, James had to remain behind for five minutes until his erection subsided sufficiently for him to be able to walk unhindered and every last hint of arousal disappeared when he massaged a fat middle aged man.
(Part 06)
After Emily left James in the changing room sporting a serious erection beneath his toga she went to attend Karen Cho in the wet rooms and witnessed her having a jet of water squirted at her nipples, anus and her hairy crack.
She watched on as the usually sweet and pretty Karen was screaming in ecstatic pleasure from beginning to end as her face was contorted by repeated orgasms.
And she orgasmed a lot in the watery environment and Emily realized why she needed the swimsuit.
It had been a real eye opening experience and on top of her short interlude with James it had left her more than a little horny.
But she was unable to do anything about it other than a quiet fingering in her bedroom at her parents’ house that night.
She was awake early the next morning despite a fitful night’s sleep full of erotic dreams, lustful sensual dreams and just down right 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 to the massage and sauna suite to see James.
However he was with a client when she got there so she went back to reception and checked his calendar and was horrified to discover her was booked solidly until lunch and then he only had a twenty minute break and then he was booked again until 4pm.
Emily wasn’t the only one to wake up that morning seriously horny, James had also had a disturbed night’s sleep and his porn field dreams were pretty much exclusively about Emily who appeared in various stages of undress, the result of which was that he was sporting a large erection when he awoke which he had to take in the shower so he could wank himself limp while he imagined satisfying the beautiful Miss Riley.
After her disappointing discovery in reception she went about her business but everywhere she turned there was reminders of her frustration.
She watched maids stripping the beds and remaking them with fresh bed linen, and stuffing the joy covered sheets into a laundry trolley, and her thoughts turned to how they got soiled.
Dirty sheets soiled by other women’s passions, the dirty lucky cows.
Even when she went up to the costume department to collect some costumes for a session after lunch, she saw the heaps of used costumes that had been leaked on and squirted over, all of which made her lustfully wistful.
James had finished his last session of the morning and was just musing on his current situation and how much he wanted to fuck Emily, he didn’t deserve her, he knew that, then his roving eye was attracted to a very tidy denim clad arse, and in his heightened state of arousal his first thought was “I wouldn’t mind a go on that”
Then the girl turned round and he saw it was one of his favourite clients and he realized he already had.
Then he chastised himself for being so lustful and then his lustful gaze fell upon the object of his affections, Emily, and she was heading his way.
(Part 07)
James had finished his last session of the morning and was just musing on his current situation and how much he wanted to fuck Emily, he didn’t deserve her, he knew that, then his roving eye was attracted to a very tidy denim clad arse, and in his heightened state of arousal his first thought was “I wouldn’t mind a go on that”
Then the girl turned round and he saw it was one of his favourite clients and he realized he already had.
Then he chastised himself for being so lustful and then his lustful gaze fell upon the object of his affections, Emily, and she was heading his way.
As she walked in his direction he gave her a lecherous appraisal she was small and slim but there were curves to her as well and just as he was remembering the sensual feel of her breasts she caught sight of him.
“Hi James” she said and tottered over to him carrying costume bags in each hand.
“You look even more gorgeous today than usual” he said and he stooped down to kiss her.
“What are you up to?” he asked, hoping the answer was nothing so he could reacquaint himself with her gorgeous body.
“I’m helping in the play rooms” she said a little breathless and her cheeks were flushed “I have the costumes”
He had seen her breathless and flushed the day before and he felt a slight trouser tickle as he remembered the circumstances.
“That’s a shame I was hoping for another cuddle” he said
“Me too” She replied more enthusiastically than she intended and blushed
“So who are you dressing up as?” he queried
“I’m a maid” she replied “I haven’t tried it on yet, I hope it’s not too sexy”
“It’s bound to be with you in it” he said and made her giggle and blush.
“So what are you doing next then?” she asked
“I have one more session,” he replied “and then nothing until 5 o’clock”
“Really I thought you were booked up until four”
“I was but I had a cancelation” he said “So once I’m done I’m going to have a snooze in one of the day rooms”
The “day rooms” were just normal hotel rooms that were used by customers who needed a bedroom for the day, rather than a night, although more often than not they were rented by the hour.
But apart from being used for men, and women, to shag their “bit on the side” they could also be used by the staff, either for a shag or to get some well-earned rest between clients.
“Well I’d better go or I’ll be late and I won’t have time to change into my costume” she said and then she blushed because of a salacious thought that crossed her mind, so she hurried off.
“Ok I’m only sorry I didn’t get to see you wearing it” he called after her and as she walked away she was blushing an even deeper red than before.
(Part 08)
As Emily walked towards the play rooms she had already decided on her course of action after she had finished her session, 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 Emily went about her duties over the next couple of hours she was met with every form of titillation which made her so horny she thought she was going to explode like a volcano.
There was a double spank and wank in the Disney Room, a beautifully young girl being rogered from behind by a big black stallion on the hay bales in the stable room, Callum was fucking a stern looking business women bent over an office desk, then there was the doctors and nurses scene with Molly and her girlfriend Samantha and the bizarre yet captivating scene of a shy thirty something being skewered up the trap door of her thermal underwear.
Salacious didn’t really cover it but despite a deep feeling of utter arousal she had to keep herself in check until the time came when she could unleash her passion and indulge in her own shameful exploits in the most titillating way possible.
When he finished with his last client he spent half an hour or so pottering around and tidied away the bottles of lotions and potions, gathered up the used towels and put them in the laundry, then he squirted antibacterial spray on the tables and wiped them clean.
When he was done and he was satisfied it was ready for his 5 o’clock he walked up to reception and got one of the dayroom keys from Agnes.
He used the keycard and walked in and was immediately assailed by the bright afternoon sun streaming in through the window so his first action was to draw the curtains then he sat down on the sofa and removed his shoes and then he promptly fell asleep.
“Hi Agnes, has James Ford-Bannister been up for a day room key?” she asked
“Yes luvvie” she replied “room 55”
“Can I have a spare key?” Emily asked
“What for…” Agnes began “Are you and James at it?”
“No not yet” Emily replied bashfully “Not until you give me the spare key”
Emily then went onto explain about the flirting and the suggestive talk and the caressing and such like and finally what had gone on the day before in the costume department changing room.
“You lucky cow” Agnes said “He’s gorgeous, but he wouldn’t look at me twice”
“Do you think I’m a tart?” Emily asked “by doing what I’m going to do”
“No I do not” Agnes replied very definitely “if he was to flirt with me just once I’d have him on his back in an instant and ride him like a slutty cowgirl”
Emily giggled at the thought of it and then Agnes handed her the spare keycard and added
“Go get him you lucky girl”
(Part 09)
James had fallen asleep on the large leather sofa in room 55 and he awoke suddenly to find Emily Riley 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.
Emily just stood there dressed as a housemaid.
Wearing a black dress with white cuffs and matching collar, he 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 and a matching hat on her heed, James 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 Emily 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.
James could see the lace edge of her black bra appear and after another pace the whole cup was visible.
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 sofa 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 she stood up, and taking hold of both hands pulled him up off the sofa, then with a shrug of her shoulders the dress was suddenly around her ankles.
At that point he intended to pick her up and carry her to the bed but instead they performed a frantic lustful dance as they each tried to steer the other towards the four poster which to an onlooker would have looked like a type of horny pinball as they careered off the walls.
At the foot of the bed they lost their bearings and ended up in the dining area, where they came to a stop and he unhooked the catch between her breasts and they swung invitingly free until he got his hands on them and they were every as delicious as they had been the last time he fondled them.
James then I pushed her backwards onto the table and began sucking on her magnificent erect pink nipples, suckling on them like a hungry child.
Only the 70 denier fabric of her black tights and a pair of wet knickers stood between him and the prize which had haunted his dreams the night before.
Her breasts were 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.
James quickly reached up under her arse with both hands and smartly yanked the tights from her cheeks and down her thighs to her knees, then he went back up there again for her panties, only this time she obliged him by lifting her arse off the table and the black lace panties rolled easily off her buttocks to rejoin her tights and then James gently pushed her legs back until her knee’s rested on her tits so that when he looked lustily down at her pink pussy it was open and inviting him to dine, so with a hand behind each knee to hold her open he plunged in to the salty rime and licked out her clamshell.
(Part 10)
James quickly reached up under her arse with both hands and smartly yanked the tights from her cheeks and down her thighs to her knees, then he went back up there again for her panties, only this time she obliged him by lifting her arse off the table and the black lace panties rolled easily off her buttocks to rejoin her tights and then James gently pushed her legs back until her knee’s rested on her tits so that when he looked lustily down at her pink pussy it was open and inviting him to dine, so with a hand behind each knee to hold her open he plunged in to the salty rime and licked out her clamshell.
“Oh God James” she moan as he licked her out, which was the first time she had spoken and then one of her shoes fell off while he noshed on her.
She gripped the table so tightly her knuckles showed white and as he continued to work on her with his tongue she very soon came long and hard.
James stood up licking his lips and disposed of her remaining shoe before he roughly pulled her tights and knickers off over her feet and discarded them.
“Do it here” Emily begged “do it now” and she tried to release his cock from his trousers, with her bra hanging on her like a gunslingers vest.
But he didn’t want the first time he had her to be on the table like a slutty buffet in the same way he hadn’t wanted to fuck her in the changing room the day before.
No” he said sternly and she looked at him quite crestfallen until he added
“I want you in bed”
This was greeted with a broad smile and then she ran across the room like a rat up a drainpipe and jumped on the bed.
Emily was sitting on her haunches in the middle of the bed when he reached the bed
“Hurry, hurry” she screamed excitedly bouncing up and down on her knees.
The white frilly hat lay discarded on the bedroom floor and she had released her shoulder length strawberry blonde hair and as he looked down at her Minge he thought again about how much he liked the collar and cuffs to match.
As Emily 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 poked out the side of her mouth.
“There he is” Emily 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.
James 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 in her mouth.
(Part 11)
James 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 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 then she looked up and smiled wickedly before she devoured him again with her hot mouth.
James 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 Honey” he gasped
James 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 day anyway.
But he needn’t have worried because Emily suddenly relinquished her oral assault on his cock 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 James again and again.
He thought as he lay beneath her fondling her tits while she fucked him, that with all the images of her he had had the night before and all the scenarios he experienced none of them hinted for a moment that she would expertly perform on him in such a satisfying way.
Unlike the previous times he had a girl riding him Emily remained completely in control as she elicited the most sensual self-satisfying moans.
Not needing to intercede with her James just gripped her ample buttocks as she rode him beyond the precipice and she screamed
“Oh fuck” as he shot his hot cream into her.
Emily was such a surprisingly good fuck that James was in no rush to let her leave his bed and he let her have him again before he let her go back to work.
What made it special wasn’t just the sex, which was outstanding, it was special because there was also love.
It wasn’t the last costume sex game they played together and they set aside an hour, or sometimes two, every afternoon to spend in one of the day 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 strawberry coloured hair would just suck him dry.
Yvonne Makin closed the traditional loss making Spa Hotel in Pangmere and opened the House of Fun, where spa treatments like Raki and Reflexology were replaced by a more exotic menu for those inclined more towards restraints, punishments and the more unusual pleasures.
Massage was still on the menu but under the new rules they always had a “happy ending”
Saunas also still featured in the new regime, they were just much steamier than before.
In fact everything at the House of Fun was steamier.
There were still a lot of therapies available at the Spa, but they were mostly of the physical kind, spanking, wanking, whipping, beating and humiliation, but they were not exclusively physical.
The visitors to the Yvonne’s House of Fun took their pleasures in many different ways, there was one man, a regular visitor, who liked to sit naked on the lavatory masturbating, as a succession of girls walked into the bathroom pulled down their knickers and pee’d in the bath.
Not that it was just the men that were weird, a woman in her sixties liked to lay naked in the empty bath and have one of the staff Callum McDonnell who was very well endowed, urinated on her.
But it wasn’t always about the physical, one ex professional rugby player paid handsomely for the privilege of sniffing the girl’s soiled knickers which had to be stored in Tupperware boxes to keep them “fresh”.
Another man who was an old Shakespearean actor liked watching Claire Collister hoovering his room wearing nothing but wellington boots and a retired vicar liked to be walked up and down the corridor wearing a dog collar, a studded one.
Voyeurism was very popular and some two way mirror were installed in a number of rooms for the peepers.
Although some wanted to be in the room with the couple during the act, that was very expensive, in fact, any request the deviated from the norm was extra and anything that the client “insisted on” doubled or trebled the price.
Some of the request that were made were more bizarre than others and were more akin to “Children in Need” challenges.
A woman having her breast covered in peanut butter or a man having his genitals painted with warm honey.
Many of the staff from the old Spa Hotel business stayed on to give the new seedier trade a go, most of them merely continued in their old roles,
Cook’s, laundry staff, waiters, waitresses, cleaners, bar staff, housemaids, and maintenance staff.
Whereas others chose a career change and stayed on in a different capacity.
One of those who chose to stay on in his original role was 31 year old 6ft 4 inch James Ford-Bannister who had been a masseur for 3 years before the change and when it started to cater for the more depraved tastes he was able to indulge in a bit of depravity for himself, and he was like a child in a sweetshop so after a while in an attempt to curb his appetites he started to change over to a predominantly male clientele, he only kept his most favourite female clients who he could fuck when the mood took him.
He was a strong and gentle man ruggedly handsome who would have gladly given up his favourite fucks on the massage table for his heart’s desire, Emily.
(Part 02)
James Ford-Bannister was a strong and gentle man, ruggedly handsome, who would have gladly given up his favourite fucks on the massage table for his heart’s desire, Emily.
James was married when he was twenty and bitterly divorced when he was twenty three and after that point all of his relationships were based purely on sex and he never had a single thought about love.
However all that changed when he first laid eyes on Emily Riley, he fell in love with her on the spot.
Emily was a pretty girl with a sweet nature, with an angelic countenance and strawberry coloured hair, standing barely five feet tall, slender and pale, and her skin was always flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed.
Emily was so lovely and she always wore a smile, which was why he fell for her.
She was almost ten years younger than James, and was just a few months short of her 22nd birthday and was a native of the village of Pangmere.
But the thing that endeared her to James the most was the fact that she seemed perfectly oblivious of her overall beauty and the effect she had on the men and women around her.
Not that she hadn’t had boyfriends and she was not a virgin but she hadn’t found the man to get her motor purring until she started working at the house of fun and she first met James.
The two of them began to flirt almost immediately, this would sometimes take the form of suggestive remarks and the other would always reciprocate.
On other occasions it would be physical flirting like the times when she would deliver fresh towels to James and there was always a lingering exchange where their hands would touch and there would be a momentary caress of each other’s hands, and when they passed in a corridor or doorway they would brush past very close even when there was clearly enough space to pass.
But despite their very obvious attraction they didn’t take it any further because James doubted he could win the heart of such a beautiful young girl and Emily was too naïve to think that he would want her, so they never did anything more than that which was ok as they really enjoyed the flirting.
Emily’s role at the House of Fun was as part of the support staff, it was a role that was quite varied and she enjoyed it very much.
She didn’t do any of the “mucky stuff” as her mum called it, not that she was averse to the idea, it was just that she lacked the confidence in such matters, but it didn’t prevent her from getting close to the action.
As support staff her duties could involve “meeting and greeting” clients in reception and showing them to their chosen place of pleasure or even assisting in the various rooms, such as restraining victims in the bondage rooms or providing props in the playrooms.
Emily had quickly become a favourite of the Queen of Sin, Yvonne Makin and was sometimes used to pour oil on troubled waters.
Being a sweet young girl of five foot nothing with an angelic countenance Emily often had a calming effect in difficult situations but if all that failed she normally had someone like 6ft 4 inch James on hand who had different ways of calming things down.
one of her other duties was to assist Yvonne’s niece Lesley in the costume department where they had amassed quite a wardrobe for the punters delight at some great cost, but Yvonne’s attitude was that if the clients wanted them, then they could have them, but of course she charged them a premium to use them, because everything came at a price, which in part covered the cleaning bill, which was astronomical as not all fabrics were wipe clean, and Emily discovered when costumes were returned they could often require a lot of cleaning.
(Part 03)
One morning, Emily Riley was left in temporary charge of the costume department, she had only gone up there that morning to borrow a modest one piece swimsuit, the kind with a skirt.
She was going to be doing a session in the Wet Rooms later that morning, but the swimwear available down there were a bit too revealing for her taste.
The Wet Rooms were part of the pool and sauna suite and were for those whose foibles were water based.
Of course every room in the House of Fun was a wet room to some degree but the wet rooms proper were something else.
She was attending to one of the regular visitors to the water based facilities, Karen Cho, who was an absolute legend at the House of Fun and everyone had watched her in action at some point.
Karen was Honk Kong Chinese and her foible was to be suspended from ropes, tied around each wrist and one ankle and then she was 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.
And then a jet of water was squirted at her nipples, anus and her hairy crack.
Karen was a pretty girl 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 and she screamed in ecstatic pleasure from beginning to end, and that day Emily would be in the room which was why she needed the swimsuit.
While she was in the Costume Department she used one of the cubicle to try on the costume she had chosen she was completely unaware who was in the cubicle next door.
The changing facility were typically modern, spacious unisex changing booths with a bench seat on one side and coat hooks on the opposite wall and a curtains across the doorway.
And as Emily wriggled her way into the swimsuit James Ford-Bannister was in the cubicle next door and he knew very well who his neighbour was.
He liked the idea that while he was in his cubicle semi naked there was only a plasterboard wall separating him from Emily 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.
James was in the cubicle getting dressed into a toga, for one of his clients who like to imagine he was being massaged in ancient Rome.
He was almost done when he heard a familiar voice nearby and it was Lesley Makin and she was almost outside his cubicle.
“Are you done Emily?” she asked
“I’m nearly ready” came the reply
“I need a favour” Lesley said
“Oh yes” she said suspiciously
“Can you hold the fort here for half an hour or so?” she said and then in a hushed whisper she added
“It’s our anniversary so I want to visit the Disney Room with Aidan”
“You mean you want an anniversary shag” Emily said with a chuckle
“Pretty much” she confessed
“Go on then but no more than an hour”
“Thanks Em you’re the best” Lesley said and James heartily agreed.
“Ok I will see you in an hour” Lesley said
(Part 04)
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 open and he found he had timed it to perfection as Emily was standing right there wearing a blue and white one piece swimsuit.
“Hello Emily” he said dressed in a toga
“Oh James” 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 a rather fussy client” 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.
“Wont anyone wonder where you are” she said feebly 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 she stood on tip toe so she could reach up her arms and gripped him around the neck like a bear trap.
It was the moment both of them had been waiting for and it was a hot liquid kiss with darting tongues of passion while his hands caressed up and down her small frame repeatedly ending up on her tight little buttocks.
James sat down on the little bench so the diminutive little girl was now above him, kissing down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of his with her lips still locked limpet like on his, her nostril flared and snorted in air and his hands continued their travels up and down her spine but he was desperate to play with her treasures so he steered her tiny frame until it was in a position where he could sit her down on his lap.
Emily refused to relinquish contact of her lips on his until the moment her cute little arse made contact with his lap and their mouths disengaged briefly and she gave him her most angelic smile before locking on to him again.
James now had one arm around her shoulder and the opposite hand on her waist, which he slid slowly up to cup her breast and she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled her small breast through her swimsuit.
(Part 05)
James now had one arm around her shoulder and the opposite hand on her waist, which he slid slowly up to cup her breast and she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled her small breast through her swimsuit.
He fondled her breast for a few minutes, which was nice but he wanted more so his hand left her breast and went up to her shoulder and grasped the strap.
They stopped kissing and Emily dropped her arms to her sides and let him pull the shoulder straps down and then she wriggled her skinny arms out of them one at a time but she held the front of the swimsuit in place with her spare hand and then she kissed him again briefly before wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his neck.
Which was when the front of her swimsuit flopped down to finally reveal the two beautiful pert pink confections previously hidden from his sight and they sat there and quivered before his libidinous eyes topped by small pink nipples.
As his hand cupped her naked breast and played with her hardening nipples Emily’s 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 quickly began tiring of them so he moved his playful 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.
James’ fingers then disappeared inside the folds of her costume until they reached the lush hair of her pubes where they dallied before momentarily resting on her prominent mound and then down into the abyss of her hot and creamy cunny, and she let out a little “Hmmm” of pleasure at his touch and she grabbed a handful of his toga and buried her face in it to stifle any further exclamation, of which there were many as he stroked her gorgeous wet pussy.
His cock was hard beneath her soft buttocks as he continued stroking her juicy cunny bringing her closer and closer to orgasm until she screamed out, audible even through the mouthful of toga, as she came beneath his touch.
Her thigh’s closed tight on his hand at the point of climax trapping his hand but his fingers were still between her lips and he would have liked to have taken her further with his frigging and then finish her with his cock but he was already late for his session with Ancient Roma man and besides he didn’t want their first engagement to be some torrid sordid shag in a glorified cupboard.
He was fairly confident, as he sat there with his fingers still wet with her cunny juice, that there would be time enough for sordid sex encounters at a later date.
But he knew they would conclude their business another day to be a certainty even before she kissed him a soft and gentle kiss.
So James watched as she recover her lovely titties and then they had a languid affectionate farewell kiss and he pulled back the curtain and she went to work, James had to remain behind for five minutes until his erection subsided sufficiently for him to be able to walk unhindered and every last hint of arousal disappeared when he massaged a fat middle aged man.
(Part 06)
After Emily left James in the changing room sporting a serious erection beneath his toga she went to attend Karen Cho in the wet rooms and witnessed her having a jet of water squirted at her nipples, anus and her hairy crack.
She watched on as the usually sweet and pretty Karen was screaming in ecstatic pleasure from beginning to end as her face was contorted by repeated orgasms.
And she orgasmed a lot in the watery environment and Emily realized why she needed the swimsuit.
It had been a real eye opening experience and on top of her short interlude with James it had left her more than a little horny.
But she was unable to do anything about it other than a quiet fingering in her bedroom at her parents’ house that night.
She was awake early the next morning despite a fitful night’s sleep full of erotic dreams, lustful sensual dreams and just down right 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 to the massage and sauna suite to see James.
However he was with a client when she got there so she went back to reception and checked his calendar and was horrified to discover her was booked solidly until lunch and then he only had a twenty minute break and then he was booked again until 4pm.
Emily wasn’t the only one to wake up that morning seriously horny, James had also had a disturbed night’s sleep and his porn field dreams were pretty much exclusively about Emily who appeared in various stages of undress, the result of which was that he was sporting a large erection when he awoke which he had to take in the shower so he could wank himself limp while he imagined satisfying the beautiful Miss Riley.
After her disappointing discovery in reception she went about her business but everywhere she turned there was reminders of her frustration.
She watched maids stripping the beds and remaking them with fresh bed linen, and stuffing the joy covered sheets into a laundry trolley, and her thoughts turned to how they got soiled.
Dirty sheets soiled by other women’s passions, the dirty lucky cows.
Even when she went up to the costume department to collect some costumes for a session after lunch, she saw the heaps of used costumes that had been leaked on and squirted over, all of which made her lustfully wistful.
James had finished his last session of the morning and was just musing on his current situation and how much he wanted to fuck Emily, he didn’t deserve her, he knew that, then his roving eye was attracted to a very tidy denim clad arse, and in his heightened state of arousal his first thought was “I wouldn’t mind a go on that”
Then the girl turned round and he saw it was one of his favourite clients and he realized he already had.
Then he chastised himself for being so lustful and then his lustful gaze fell upon the object of his affections, Emily, and she was heading his way.
(Part 07)
James had finished his last session of the morning and was just musing on his current situation and how much he wanted to fuck Emily, he didn’t deserve her, he knew that, then his roving eye was attracted to a very tidy denim clad arse, and in his heightened state of arousal his first thought was “I wouldn’t mind a go on that”
Then the girl turned round and he saw it was one of his favourite clients and he realized he already had.
Then he chastised himself for being so lustful and then his lustful gaze fell upon the object of his affections, Emily, and she was heading his way.
As she walked in his direction he gave her a lecherous appraisal she was small and slim but there were curves to her as well and just as he was remembering the sensual feel of her breasts she caught sight of him.
“Hi James” she said and tottered over to him carrying costume bags in each hand.
“You look even more gorgeous today than usual” he said and he stooped down to kiss her.
“What are you up to?” he asked, hoping the answer was nothing so he could reacquaint himself with her gorgeous body.
“I’m helping in the play rooms” she said a little breathless and her cheeks were flushed “I have the costumes”
He had seen her breathless and flushed the day before and he felt a slight trouser tickle as he remembered the circumstances.
“That’s a shame I was hoping for another cuddle” he said
“Me too” She replied more enthusiastically than she intended and blushed
“So who are you dressing up as?” he queried
“I’m a maid” she replied “I haven’t tried it on yet, I hope it’s not too sexy”
“It’s bound to be with you in it” he said and made her giggle and blush.
“So what are you doing next then?” she asked
“I have one more session,” he replied “and then nothing until 5 o’clock”
“Really I thought you were booked up until four”
“I was but I had a cancelation” he said “So once I’m done I’m going to have a snooze in one of the day rooms”
The “day rooms” were just normal hotel rooms that were used by customers who needed a bedroom for the day, rather than a night, although more often than not they were rented by the hour.
But apart from being used for men, and women, to shag their “bit on the side” they could also be used by the staff, either for a shag or to get some well-earned rest between clients.
“Well I’d better go or I’ll be late and I won’t have time to change into my costume” she said and then she blushed because of a salacious thought that crossed her mind, so she hurried off.
“Ok I’m only sorry I didn’t get to see you wearing it” he called after her and as she walked away she was blushing an even deeper red than before.
(Part 08)
As Emily walked towards the play rooms she had already decided on her course of action after she had finished her session, 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 Emily went about her duties over the next couple of hours she was met with every form of titillation which made her so horny she thought she was going to explode like a volcano.
There was a double spank and wank in the Disney Room, a beautifully young girl being rogered from behind by a big black stallion on the hay bales in the stable room, Callum was fucking a stern looking business women bent over an office desk, then there was the doctors and nurses scene with Molly and her girlfriend Samantha and the bizarre yet captivating scene of a shy thirty something being skewered up the trap door of her thermal underwear.
Salacious didn’t really cover it but despite a deep feeling of utter arousal she had to keep herself in check until the time came when she could unleash her passion and indulge in her own shameful exploits in the most titillating way possible.
When he finished with his last client he spent half an hour or so pottering around and tidied away the bottles of lotions and potions, gathered up the used towels and put them in the laundry, then he squirted antibacterial spray on the tables and wiped them clean.
When he was done and he was satisfied it was ready for his 5 o’clock he walked up to reception and got one of the dayroom keys from Agnes.
He used the keycard and walked in and was immediately assailed by the bright afternoon sun streaming in through the window so his first action was to draw the curtains then he sat down on the sofa and removed his shoes and then he promptly fell asleep.
“Hi Agnes, has James Ford-Bannister been up for a day room key?” she asked
“Yes luvvie” she replied “room 55”
“Can I have a spare key?” Emily asked
“What for…” Agnes began “Are you and James at it?”
“No not yet” Emily replied bashfully “Not until you give me the spare key”
Emily then went onto explain about the flirting and the suggestive talk and the caressing and such like and finally what had gone on the day before in the costume department changing room.
“You lucky cow” Agnes said “He’s gorgeous, but he wouldn’t look at me twice”
“Do you think I’m a tart?” Emily asked “by doing what I’m going to do”
“No I do not” Agnes replied very definitely “if he was to flirt with me just once I’d have him on his back in an instant and ride him like a slutty cowgirl”
Emily giggled at the thought of it and then Agnes handed her the spare keycard and added
“Go get him you lucky girl”
(Part 09)
James had fallen asleep on the large leather sofa in room 55 and he awoke suddenly to find Emily Riley 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.
Emily just stood there dressed as a housemaid.
Wearing a black dress with white cuffs and matching collar, he 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 and a matching hat on her heed, James 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 Emily 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.
James could see the lace edge of her black bra appear and after another pace the whole cup was visible.
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 sofa 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 she stood up, and taking hold of both hands pulled him up off the sofa, then with a shrug of her shoulders the dress was suddenly around her ankles.
At that point he intended to pick her up and carry her to the bed but instead they performed a frantic lustful dance as they each tried to steer the other towards the four poster which to an onlooker would have looked like a type of horny pinball as they careered off the walls.
At the foot of the bed they lost their bearings and ended up in the dining area, where they came to a stop and he unhooked the catch between her breasts and they swung invitingly free until he got his hands on them and they were every as delicious as they had been the last time he fondled them.
James then I pushed her backwards onto the table and began sucking on her magnificent erect pink nipples, suckling on them like a hungry child.
Only the 70 denier fabric of her black tights and a pair of wet knickers stood between him and the prize which had haunted his dreams the night before.
Her breasts were 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.
James quickly reached up under her arse with both hands and smartly yanked the tights from her cheeks and down her thighs to her knees, then he went back up there again for her panties, only this time she obliged him by lifting her arse off the table and the black lace panties rolled easily off her buttocks to rejoin her tights and then James gently pushed her legs back until her knee’s rested on her tits so that when he looked lustily down at her pink pussy it was open and inviting him to dine, so with a hand behind each knee to hold her open he plunged in to the salty rime and licked out her clamshell.
(Part 10)
James quickly reached up under her arse with both hands and smartly yanked the tights from her cheeks and down her thighs to her knees, then he went back up there again for her panties, only this time she obliged him by lifting her arse off the table and the black lace panties rolled easily off her buttocks to rejoin her tights and then James gently pushed her legs back until her knee’s rested on her tits so that when he looked lustily down at her pink pussy it was open and inviting him to dine, so with a hand behind each knee to hold her open he plunged in to the salty rime and licked out her clamshell.
“Oh God James” she moan as he licked her out, which was the first time she had spoken and then one of her shoes fell off while he noshed on her.
She gripped the table so tightly her knuckles showed white and as he continued to work on her with his tongue she very soon came long and hard.
James stood up licking his lips and disposed of her remaining shoe before he roughly pulled her tights and knickers off over her feet and discarded them.
“Do it here” Emily begged “do it now” and she tried to release his cock from his trousers, with her bra hanging on her like a gunslingers vest.
But he didn’t want the first time he had her to be on the table like a slutty buffet in the same way he hadn’t wanted to fuck her in the changing room the day before.
No” he said sternly and she looked at him quite crestfallen until he added
“I want you in bed”
This was greeted with a broad smile and then she ran across the room like a rat up a drainpipe and jumped on the bed.
Emily was sitting on her haunches in the middle of the bed when he reached the bed
“Hurry, hurry” she screamed excitedly bouncing up and down on her knees.
The white frilly hat lay discarded on the bedroom floor and she had released her shoulder length strawberry blonde hair and as he looked down at her Minge he thought again about how much he liked the collar and cuffs to match.
As Emily 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 poked out the side of her mouth.
“There he is” Emily 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.
James 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 in her mouth.
(Part 11)
James 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 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 then she looked up and smiled wickedly before she devoured him again with her hot mouth.
James 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 Honey” he gasped
James 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 day anyway.
But he needn’t have worried because Emily suddenly relinquished her oral assault on his cock 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 James again and again.
He thought as he lay beneath her fondling her tits while she fucked him, that with all the images of her he had had the night before and all the scenarios he experienced none of them hinted for a moment that she would expertly perform on him in such a satisfying way.
Unlike the previous times he had a girl riding him Emily remained completely in control as she elicited the most sensual self-satisfying moans.
Not needing to intercede with her James just gripped her ample buttocks as she rode him beyond the precipice and she screamed
“Oh fuck” as he shot his hot cream into her.
Emily was such a surprisingly good fuck that James was in no rush to let her leave his bed and he let her have him again before he let her go back to work.
What made it special wasn’t just the sex, which was outstanding, it was special because there was also love.
It wasn’t the last costume sex game they played together and they set aside an hour, or sometimes two, every afternoon to spend in one of the day 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 strawberry coloured hair would just suck him dry.
Thursday 23 February 2017
Party Favor
When I was 15 I went to a house party, at the home of a friend of a friend and that was when I saw her.
She was way out of my league I knew that from the outset, she was five years older than me for a start and drop dead gorgeous into the bargain, but I thought there was no harm in looking.
Anyway after a couple of beers I got brave and started to flirt with her and I was really chuffed that she was a really good sport and flirted back.
Well we kept that up for a while and then she asked for a refill of her glass so I went off to the kitchen.
I thought it was probably just ruse to get rid of me but then it had only been a bit of fun.
However to my surprise, not only had she not done a runner but she was waiting for me in the hall and steered me expertly into the utility room and planted a hot wet kiss on my mouth.
Our mouths parted long enough for me to put the drinks down and get a short sentence out. "I thought we were only flirting"
"You have a lot to learn about women” she said closing in on me again.
"Perhaps you could teach me," I suggested
“Ok" she replied a leant her face towards me and gently touched her lips against mine.
“A little more I think” I said
"You’d like me to teach you some more?" she asked smiling.
"Oh yes" I replied and wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close.
Then our lips met again and opened on contact with tongues flicking.
I had never had a French kiss before and I hoped she wouldn’t notice,
She pulled herself away from my over enthusiastic efforts and looked into my eyes and smiled.
"You're not a bad kisser" she said kindly
"You're a good teacher" I told her
“You haven’t seen anything yet” she said and unzipped my fly.
She was way out of my league I knew that from the outset, she was five years older than me for a start and drop dead gorgeous into the bargain, but I thought there was no harm in looking.
Anyway after a couple of beers I got brave and started to flirt with her and I was really chuffed that she was a really good sport and flirted back.
Well we kept that up for a while and then she asked for a refill of her glass so I went off to the kitchen.
I thought it was probably just ruse to get rid of me but then it had only been a bit of fun.
However to my surprise, not only had she not done a runner but she was waiting for me in the hall and steered me expertly into the utility room and planted a hot wet kiss on my mouth.
Our mouths parted long enough for me to put the drinks down and get a short sentence out. "I thought we were only flirting"
"You have a lot to learn about women” she said closing in on me again.
"Perhaps you could teach me," I suggested
“Ok" she replied a leant her face towards me and gently touched her lips against mine.
“A little more I think” I said
"You’d like me to teach you some more?" she asked smiling.
"Oh yes" I replied and wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close.
Then our lips met again and opened on contact with tongues flicking.
I had never had a French kiss before and I hoped she wouldn’t notice,
She pulled herself away from my over enthusiastic efforts and looked into my eyes and smiled.
"You're not a bad kisser" she said kindly
"You're a good teacher" I told her
“You haven’t seen anything yet” she said and unzipped my fly.
Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (08) The Power of Lust
(Part 01)
Yvonne Makin closed the traditional loss making Spa Hotel in Pangmere and opened the House of Fun, where spa treatments like Raki and Reflexology were replaced by a more exotic menu for those inclined more towards restraints, punishments and the more unusual pleasures.
Massage was still on the menu but under the new rules they always had a “happy ending”
Saunas also still featured in the new regime, they were just much steamier than before.
In fact everything at the House of Fun was steamier.
There were still a lot of therapies available at the Spa, but they were mostly of the physical kind, spanking, wanking, whipping, beating and humiliation, but they were not exclusively physical.
The visitors to Yvonne’s Makin’s House of Fun took their pleasures in many different ways, there was one man, a regular visitor, who liked to sit naked on the lavatory masturbating, as a succession of girls walked into the bathroom pulled down their knickers and pee’d in the bath.
Not that it was just the men that were weird, a woman in her sixties liked to lay naked in the empty bath and have one of the staff, Callum McDonnell who was very well endowed, urinate on her.
But it wasn’t always about the physical, one ex professional rugby player paid handsomely for the privilege of sniffing the girl’s soiled knickers which had to be stored in Tupperware boxes to keep them “fresh”.
Another man who was an old Shakespearean actor liked watching Claire Collister hoovering his room wearing nothing but wellington boots and a retired vicar liked to be walked up and down the corridor wearing a dog collar, a studded one.
Voyeurism was also very popular and some two way mirror were installed in a number of rooms for the peepers.
Although some wanted to be in the room with the couple during the act, that was very expensive, in fact, any request the deviated from the norm was extra and anything that the client “insisted on” doubled or trebled the price.
Some of the requests that were made were more bizarre than others and were more akin to “Children in Need” challenges.
A woman having her breasts covered in peanut butter or a man having his genitals painted with warm honey.
Many of the staff from the old Spa Hotel business stayed on to give the new seedier trade a go, most of them merely continued in their old roles,
Cook’s, laundry staff, waiters, waitresses, cleaners, bar staff, housemaids, and maintenance staff.
Whereas others chose a career change and stayed on in a different capacity.
One of those who chose to stay on in his original role was 31 year old Tim Weston who had been a masseur for 3 years since before the change but he had hoped when it started to cater for the more depraved tastes he might get a bit of depravity for himself, but it hadn’t worked out that way.
He was a quiet gentle man who got really turned on when he had a beautiful woman on the table but he was unable to do anything about it and always went home frustrated.
But despite that he worked 7 days a week in the vain hope that something would change.
(Part 02)
The House of Fun was a place where dreams could come true, providing they were dirty dreams, obscene, depraved and sordid ones.
Toe curling, knicker wetting, and ejaculating dreams.
Every effort was made by the House to ensure every visitor was left well and truly satisfied.
That satisfaction could come in many forms, for some it was just to be restrained, for others it was having seven bells beaten out of them in the S & M rooms or just being humiliated.
Some satisfaction was derived from dressing up, and they had amassed quite a wardrobe for that purpose.
And for the punters delight there were a wide range of role playing rooms but everything came at a price.
The down side to keeping the customers satisfied however was that the staff got horny and it wasn’t unprecedented at the House of Fun for co-workers to get down and dirty, in fact Cathy Ridge’s best friend Lucy Thomas was being regular serviced by the 6ft 4 inch former Hotel gardener, Callum McDonnell.
Claire Collister and her girlfriend Kerry Freeborn were always at it, although in their case they were already a couple before the House of Fun opened for business.
Yvonne turned a blind eye to the staff having sex on the premises during work hours, after all doing what they did all day, they were bound to get a bit horny.
She did think that after a while they would desensitise and it would be like working in a sweet factory where workers got sick of eating chocolate but the House of Fun didn’t seem to work like that.
So it wasn’t uncommon, especially if it was quiet for the staff to get down to business themselves in a quiet corner.
Even Yvonne’s niece Lesley Makin was at it with Aidan McCauley, in fact there was scarcely a room in the hotel that they hadn’t shagged in, twice in some cases, while Cathy Ridge was keeping Tom Rowlands satisfied.
But not all the staff at the House of fun were getting hot and steamy themselves some of them like Tim Weston were pleasing the customers but not themselves.
Tim had an array of stunning women young and old on his massage table who would get very wet as a result of his expert touch, who would have been quiet willing for him to take full advantage of the situation and touch them more intimately, massaging their labia before slipping his fingers into their juicy cunts and then fucking them to a toe curling orgasm where they lay.
But he was unable to read the signs and therefore was unaware of their most basic wishes so they would leave his table hot and horny to get their final satisfaction elsewhere and he would go and wank himself limp in the showers.
He would do that three or four times a day, depending on which women he was attending, some were more special than others and made his cock twitch the moment he saw them.
(Part 03)
The majority of visitors to the House of Fun were there to get there rocks off in one way shape or form, whether by their own hand or someone else’s.
And when they left they were either sore, wet or spent, most of the time all three.
However not all visitors to the House of Fun went there with lust in their heart and an ache in their loins and Samantha Hawkins fell into that group.
She was 29 years old and had been a regular visitor to the old Spa Hotel in the days before it went over to the dark side and turned into a knocking shop.
But Sam stopped going at that point, she was not interested in the sex, at least not like that at any rate.
She was not opposed to sex per se she just couldn’t do it, because she was a married woman.
In her everyday day life she wasn’t exposed to temptation as
Samantha didn’t get out and socialize much due to her husband’s illness, which was serious and chronic.
Derek had been in a very serious car crash some 7 years earlier and was severely, physically and mentally disabled.
Her aversion to sexual contact wasn’t because she was frigid, she wanted to have a healthy sex life, and she thought about it a lot, it was just that she wanted to have it with her husband, which was never going to happen, not ever.
Derek was so severely disabled that he wasn’t even capable of cuddling her, he couldn’t even hold her with she flicked herself off.
So she did it alone in what had become her bedroom where she used her arsenal of sex toys she had amassed to pleasure herself, and she had become very proficient at the act.
She just wished it was her husband, the love of her life, who was making her cum.
Samantha drew on the extensive catalogue of sexual experiences in her memory bank, which had become her wank bank, of the times she and Derek had made love.
She had no other memories Derek was the only lover she had ever had, but it was an impressive selection considering they were only sexually active for a little under 4 years when he had the accident.
But as good as she was at satisfying herself, she always made herself cum hard, there was one vital component missing, well two if you included cock, which she would have liked as well, but the other one was human contact.
Skin on skin contact, human warmth, just because the friction of thrusting a dildo up her pussy warmed it up it didn’t make it alive.
And it was the want of human contact, the feel of a man’s hands on her skin that made her make an appointment for a massage at the Pangmere Spa and she made sure to get her old masseur Tim Weston.
She wasn’t going there for the sex, it was just for the human contact.
(Part 04)
Almost the moment Tim Weston started working for the old Spa Hotel and he set eyes on Samantha Hawkins for the first time he was instantly attracted to her, he thought she was gorgeous, small, dark and strikingly attractive with a really nice smile, and sad eyes and he couldn’t believe his luck that he was going to get to massage her lovely body.
Tim had the pleasure of running his hands over her silky skin once a month for three years and he was absolutely gutted when she stopped going after the Spa’s change of direction.
He assumed it must have been embarrassment, not wanting to be seen frequenting a den of iniquity, or maybe it was prudishness, or maybe she had found someone else, someone better, whatever it was it appeared to be all over.
Tim got to the Spa early as usual and after exchanging pleasantries with Agnes on reception he checked his client list for the day, he had three that morning and the final name on the list made him do a double take, he hadn’t had his hands on her glorious body for two years and he was thrilled to see she was returning.
29 year old Samantha Hawkins was driving her Citroen Saxo through the beautiful Downshire countryside of the Finchbottom Vale on her way to the village of Pangmere on the Finchbottom Road.
She was travelling from the home in Childean that she shared with her husband Derek and a live in nurse called Martha.
The reason for her journey was to reacquaint herself with the strong hands of Tim Weston that she last felt on her flesh 2 years earlier at Yvonne’s Makin’s Spa Hotel.
Sam hoped that her sojourn might fulfil a need but she was adamant that she wasn’t going to the House of Fun for the sex but she did get turned on regardless in anticipation of her visit.
Whereas most of the visitors to the House of Fun wanted to be either, restrained, beaten, spanked, wanked, noshed, gobbled or fucked, or indeed any combination of the above, all Samantha wanted was a simple massage.
It wasn’t that Sam didn’t fancy Tim, she did in a big way, but she loved her husband and she had to remain faithful to him, they had made their vows which had never been broken and she could never get romantically of sexually involved with anyone no matter how sexy she might think they were.
When she pulled into the car park there was nothing on the outside of the hotel which in anyway indicated what went on inside it.
All she could see was that the car park was full which to her mind meant there were a lot more perverts in Downshire than she realized.
Tim attended to his first two clients, a skinny middle aged spinster from Finchbottom and a very muscular twenty year old shot putter from Sharpington, neither of whom gave rise to any sexual gratification on his part.
But the moment he saw Samantha again he felt a stirring in his loins.
She had been one of his regulars for three years and he was pleased to see she still had a gorgeous body, and he had missed touching her and further more Samantha had missed being touched.
(Part 05)
Although Samantha Hawkins personal life had taken a tragic turn in the form of Derek’s accident, in her professional life her writing career went from strength to strength and her star was very definitely in the ascendency.
Her successful writing career meant that she could work from home and be close to her husband.
Outside of her family home her literary success was universally well received, her publisher loved it, her agent loved it, the bank manager was ecstatic about it but for her it was scant consolation for effectively losing her husband but she took the positives where she could find them.
Ironically, for a woman who hadn’t had a cock inside her for seven years, she earned her living writing erotic romances “bodice rippers” or as her agent called them “Trouser ticklers”.
So you would have thought that a purveyor of slutty novellas would have been right at home at Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun.
When she pulled into the car park there was nothing on the outside of the hotel which in anyway indicated what went on inside it.
All she could see was that the car park was full which to her mind meant there were a lot more perverts in Downshire than she realized.
She walked into reception and it still looked quite normal, she spoke to a skinny thirty-something woman behind the desk, Agnes according to the name badge and was then escorted to the massage cubicles by a pretty young girl called Emily.
It was only after leaving Reception that the true nature of what went on at the House of Fun was revealed as they walked down a busy corridor where they passed an assortment of what could have been guests or staff, many of them dressed in costumes, there was a girl dressed as Bo Peep, two others in roman toga’s and a forth dressed from head to toe in black leather as well as several nor wearing very much at all.
This shouldn’t have caused a writer of smut like her to raise an eyebrow but she found herself quite shocked and a little horny.
She was certain sure that if she spoke to some of the staff she would get some great material for her books so she made a mental note to herself to investigate that possibility, maybe even interview Yvonne Makin herself.
She and her staff would surely have a wealth of lurid tales to tell.
Emily delivered her to the Sauna and massage suite and showed her where the showers, changing rooms and lockers were.
“You’re in room 3 when you’re ready” Emily said
“Thanks Emily” Samantha said and didn’t bother to say that she knew the drill.
When she had undressed she slipped a toweling robe on and folded her clothes, she couldn’t help noticing her knickers were wet, so she smiled as she put them on the pile and then she put her things in a locker and walked across to cubicle 3.
(Part 06)
Tim attended to his first two clients, a skinny middle aged spinster from Finchbottom and a very muscular twenty year old shot putter from Sharpington, neither of whom gave rise to any sexual gratification on his part.
But the moment he saw Samantha again he felt a stirring in his loins.
She had been one of his regulars for three years and he was pleased to see she still had a gorgeous body, and he had missed touching her and further more Samantha had missed being touched.
There was what would prove to be the first of the embarrassed silences that would be threaded through the session.
They both suspected there would be a distinct awkwardness after such a long lapse in time and the nature of the establishment being so different and they were correct and little or no converse passed between them.
Tim looked at her in an appraising way as she got onto the table, she was still as striking as she was when he last saw and her 5ft 4 inch figure was still stunning.
Her shoulder length black hair danced across her shoulders and shimmered.
She lay naked on the table and he perused her lovely arse and her great legs, but he only got the briefest glimpse of her tits.
“It’s nice to see you back at the Spa again” he said
“Thank you” she replied “it’s nice to be back.
Samantha let out an audible sigh when his hands touched her, she hadn’t felt the touch of a man’s hands on her skin for two years and it instantly made her wet.
“You’re very tense” He said
“I know that will be the pressure of work I have a deadline fast approaching” She lied, she was tense because she was like a coiled spring.
Her lie was followed by another embarrassed silence, he knew what kind of books she wrote and furthermore she knew that he knew.
Another ten minutes passed in silence and she was enjoying the massage so much that she came, silently.
“Will you be coming once a month?” Tim asked her
“What?” she asked alarmed, thinking that he may have noticed her joy, or perhaps heard her fanny farting.
“Will you be visiting the Spa once a month like before?” he clarified
“Oh yes I see what you mean” she sputtered “Yes I think so”
She was relieved that he hadn’t noticed her Cumming but the fact that she’d cum in front of him made her even hotter and it wasn’t long before she quietly came again.
“All done Mrs. Hawkins” Tim said and turned his back to her while she put on her robe.
“Thanks Tim” she said “That was wonderful, I forgot how good you were”
“That’s kind of you to say” he replied “I’m glad you enjoyed it”
When she was back in her robe she said
“I will see you again next month then”
“I’ll look forward to that” he replied “Let me walk you out”
“That’s ok” she said “I know the way”
“Bye then” he said
“Thanks again” she called back to him, and he was sure he heard her let out a sigh.
(Part 07)
Samantha really enjoyed the massage and the resulting joy but she was desperate to have a cold shower, which she hoped would keep her just below the boil until she got home to her toy box.
Meanwhile Tim was feeling very pleased with himself, firstly because he got his hands on Samantha’s glorious body again and secondly because he made her come, twice.
It was not unusual for him to have that effect, a lot of his ladies did, in fact he even made a man cum once, which was quiet unpleasant.
But he enjoyed it when he did it with the women.
The problem was that he had enjoyed it a little too much and now his balls were aching so there was only one solution to that particular problem and that was to go and have a wank.
But before Tim could go and wank himself limp in the shower he had to complete the form on his computer for the session with Samantha and then he would send it to reception for Agnes to complete the billing.
While Tim was completing his clerical duties Samantha was already in the shower washing the lust of her gorgeous body and trying to resist the temptation to flick herself off.
When Tim had sent the completed form to reception he headed towards the shower, and as he always did when he needed to relieve his tension he went to one of the disabled showers which were more spacious and had a single shower and a lockable door.
So he walked briskly across to the shower block wearing only a towel wrapped his middle and without hesitating entered the first vacant shower room, which was still steamy from the previous occupant.
He walked in and closed the door and then paused to lock it but he realized the lock was broken, but by that stage he had past the point of no return, he had to either wank himself off or his balls would explode.
Tim took a single step towards the cubicle when Samantha Hawkins stepped naked from the shower, with water dripping from her deep pink, fully erected nipples and running down her beautiful firm body to her thick black triangle before in turn dripping off her pubes.
He didn’t know how long he stood staring at her beautiful naked flesh but it was for much longer than he should have but he struggled to avert his eyes.
Then he suddenly said,
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t think, I’m so sorry”
At which point Sam grabbed the towel and covered herself and Tim headed hurriedly out the door repeating
“Sorry, sorry, I’m so sorry” Until he reached the sanctuary of room 3 where he took his towel off and glanced down.
“Oh fantastic, you’re still there, that’s just what I need” he said to his erection “I don’t know what you think you’re doing, that was very embarrassing you should be as limp as a lettuce leaf, not all hard and ready for action”
And there he stood for God knows how long with his hands on his head muttering to his erect penis.
“I’m still going to have to deal with you in a minute” He said to him and then the door opened and Samantha walked in wearing her dressing gown and stared directly at his erect cock.
(Part 08)
“I’m still going to have to deal with you in a minute” He said to him and then the door opened and Samantha walked in wearing her dressing gown and stared directly at his erect cock.
“I’m…” he started to say but she put a finger up to her lips, gesturing him to silence.
She had often imagined Tim naked and aroused, and she was not disappointed with what she saw, his physique was every bit as good as she hoped, strong and muscular, but his cock was a different matter, that was much larger than she anticipated.
So she undid the belt of her robe and it fell open briefly before she dropped the toweling dressing gown to the floor revealing her nakedness again, but this time it was all dry, perfumed and powdered.
Without taking her eyes off his cock she walked towards him and kissed him.
As they kissed, he put a hand on her face and stroked her cheek while she put hers on his shaft and began gently tugging on his cock.
Tim placed his other hand on one of her wonderful breasts and then she surprisingly employed her other hand on her thick black bush and started fingering her pussy.
They continued to kiss and then after what seemed like an eternity she pushed him back violently so he was sitting on the table, she stood in front of him and sucked the grease off her finger before she climbed on his lap and in one fluid motion slid her hot cunny down his shaft.
Tim let out a gasp and Samantha released a long soft moaning sigh in response to the first length of cock she had received for seven years.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time” Samantha said and laughed before kissing him urgently on the mouth.
As she did so, she rose and fell on him sliding her tight hot pussy up and down his shaft moaning loudly with each penetration, her lips sliding from the tip of his shaft down to the root greasing his balls with every stroke.
Suddenly Samantha stopped kissing him and pushed him backwards saying,
“Get on your back”
Then she gave him two slow liquid strokes on his shaft before she crawled along his body until her creamy cunny was in reach of his tongue, its open petals inviting him to taste their salty tang and he eagerly obliged by starting at the tender flesh between her anus and her pussy, but in an instant he was tasting her juice and sucking on her flesh.
It wasn’t long before she was writhing on his face with pleasure as he devoured her flesh until she shuddered and moaned in noisy orgasm.
All of a sudden she was off him again scrambling off the table and crawling onto a neighboring one.
Samantha draped herself on the table with her legs spread wide displaying her swollen lips, while her gash oozed her tangy juice.
“Now you can fuck me,” Samantha said and giggled.
(Part 09)
All of a sudden she was off him again scrambling off the table and crawling onto a neighboring one.
Samantha draped herself on the table with her legs spread wide displaying her swollen lips, while her gash oozed her tangy juice.
“Now you can fuck me,” Samantha said and giggled.
Tim rapidly crawled off the bed and then slowly crawled up her kissing her soft belly, her plump tits, pausing to suck on her teats before he reached her mouth and when their tongues engaged in passionate combat his throbbing cock homed in on her wet crack like a guided missile or perhaps that should be a guided muscle.
Either way, he was in her pussy deeply and her thighs gripped him tight while he pounded on her, the pace increasing steadily faster and faster and they moaned and grunted in unison as they both sped on and on until they reached maximum velocity and they both exploded in utter ecstasy.
Tim rolled off her and there they lay exhausted and spent for an indeterminate period until he looked at her and said
“Was that worth waiting for?”
“Oh God yes” she replied still panting.
“If I had done it sooner it wouldn’t have been like that,”
It was the seven years of abstinence and frustration that built her up to that explosive crescendo.
She felt guilty of course, she was a married woman, and she loved Derek with all her heart, she had tried so hard to remain faithful but she came off the wagon in a big way.
“Have you ever wanted to?” she asked “with me I mean”
“Since the first day you came here” he admitted
“Why didn’t you then?” she asked
“I was too scared” he replied
“What about you?”
“I didn’t because I’m married, and I thought it would be a betrayal, but I was weak” she said “And in the end all it took was a look at your cock, that’s how weak I am”
“So you feel guilty then?”
“I should do” she replied “but you just gave me something that Derek can never give me again”
They lay in silence after her revelation and shortly afterwards Sam drifted off to sleep whereas Tim stayed awake with his arm around her and he was feeling very pleased with himself.
He had plenty of time before his next massage so he was happy to enjoy the afterglow.
He wasn’t concerned about being discovered because Yvonne turned a blind eye to the staff having sex on the premises during work hours, after all doing what they did all day, they were bound to get a bit horny.
So she was happy as long as her staff doing the business didn’t get in the way of the business.
As Tim listened to her steady breathing while he held her close to him his thoughts began to turn to a reprieve of their performance and hoped that she would be up for it as well.
(Part 10)
As Tim listened to her steady breathing while he held her close to him his thought began to turn to a reprieve of their performance and hoped that she would be up for it as well.
When she stirred from her slumber she had a question for him.
“Why did you react the way you did when you saw me in the shower?” She asked
“Naked in the shower” he corrected her
“Ok naked” she agreed
“But why?” She asked “you could have had be there and then, it wouldn’t have taken much persuasion”
So he told her the whole story, all about the way he felt about her when he touched her and ended by saying.
“And because I would have been taking advantage of the situation, of you”
“Oh”
“But as it turned out you took advantage of me which was much more exciting” he said and laughed
“Oh was it?” Sam said with a giggle “Well you haven’t said what you were doing in the shower when I was at my most vulnerable”
“Ah well…” he began and went scarlet and then she knew exactly what he went there for and exclaimed.
“You were going to have a wank weren’t you?”
“I…” he stammered
“You were?” she said triumphantly “You got so turned on massaging me that you needed a wank”
“Yes” he admitted
“So let me get this straight, I turned you on so much you were going to wank yourself off”
“Yes” he confirmed and after a short pause she said
“Cool, that’s really horny”
“Well as you’ve had a little dose and you’re feeling horny we have time to do it again” he said hopefully
“We could do that unless you would prefer to go for a wank” she said and laughed so hard she almost fell off the table.
He just looked down my nose at her and said
“Do you want to do it again or not?”
“Oh God yes” She said and when she had hold of his cock she added
“By the way, I was going to do myself as soon as I got home”
After another toe curling shag on the massage table it was settled that she would return to him once a month for a massage as she used to do, with two small provisos, the first one being that she got all the “extras” and the second was that she got them in one of the hotel rooms.
Tim had a new found confidence after finally fucking Samantha and so decided to chance his arm with some of his other fanciable clients and it was late in the afternoon on the following day when he had another of his regulars, Karen Clarke, who he had lusted over for almost as long as Samantha, kneeling on his table while he massaged her firm round buttocks with one hand while the other was frigging her pussy, or at least two fingers on it were.
There was a very satisfying audible squelching from her as a result of his double digit ministrations which were also eliciting some wonderfully pleasurable moans from her when the phone rang.
(Part 11)
There was a very satisfying audible squelching from Karen as a result of his double digit ministrations which were also eliciting some wonderfully pleasurable moans from her when the phone rang, he abandoned her buttocks and took the phone from his pocket with his dry hand and he saw it was Samantha.
“Listen Tim, I can’t wait for a month I’m horny now and it’s only been a day, can you fit me in tomorrow, the whole afternoon?”
“No problem” he said
“Fantastic” she said “I can’t wait, I’m getting wet already”
“There’s a lot of it about” he mumbled with his fingers still deep into Karen’s wetness.
“What was that Tim?” she asked
“Nothing, I’m just busy with a client” He lied
“If you’re sure its ok I’ll see you tomorrow, bye” and with that she hung up so he slipped his phone back in his pocket and looked at Karen fidgeting on the table, her cheeks jiggling as he fingered her pussy until he made her cum, big time.
Karen then wriggled backwards off the table and presented her oozing pussy to him at cock height inviting him to fuck her.
“I don’t mind if I do Ms. Clarke” as he wriggled out of his trousers and pants.
Having bent herself over the end of the table her hands gripped the edge and her ginger cunny was presented to him at perfect cock height so he wasted no time at all in spearing her and in an instant he was in her up to his aching balls.
“Oh God Tim” She moaned, “That feels so good”
Tim withdrew and paused momentarily but Karen was so impatient to have it back in her that she pushed her pussy back onto him until he was fully back inside her.
She moaned loudly and smiled smugly over her shoulder at how clever she had been in making him skewer her again.
Then he reached around and cupped her large white breasts and gave her another length and her hands gripped the sides of the table tightly to brace herself.
Karen gave great panting moans in response to each stroke and her head rolled from side to side as the frenetic pace quickened.
The table legs began to screech on the tiled floor and her knuckles showed white as they gripped the table harder with each thrust.
Tim had let go of her tits to grip the table himself to try and halt its progress across the tiled floor.
Her chest was heaving up and down as she neared the end and her moans had long since merged into one continuous whorish wail until the face peering back over her shoulder, contorted into an orgasmic grimace as her back arched and her whole body shuddered in a climactic crescendo and he lost control and in short pumping spasms he shot into her and she collapsed in a sweaty panting heap, and looked for all the world like the aftermath of an erotic buffet.
Tim slapped her buttock playfully and pulled out of her wet pussy and he smiled when he noticed the table had moved two feet from its original position.
“Now that’s what I call a proper massage” she said still draped over the table, when she had finally stopped panting
“You enjoyed it then” he said
“It was very adequate” she replied and chuckled, which made her buttocks wobble and then her fanny farted and she laughed more.
“Adequate? Cheeky mare” he said and spanked her arse and she let out a yelp as his hand slapped a red handprint on her cheek and he chuckled.
“I’ll take you off the list then shall I?”
“No, no” she said with alarm and lifted herself up onto her elbows, but when she turned to look he was smiling.
After that day Karen Clarke’s name joined Samantha Hawkins on his special client list, a lustful list of sexy, frustrated women which would grow over the coming weeks and months until all he had were special clients.
Yvonne Makin closed the traditional loss making Spa Hotel in Pangmere and opened the House of Fun, where spa treatments like Raki and Reflexology were replaced by a more exotic menu for those inclined more towards restraints, punishments and the more unusual pleasures.
Massage was still on the menu but under the new rules they always had a “happy ending”
Saunas also still featured in the new regime, they were just much steamier than before.
In fact everything at the House of Fun was steamier.
There were still a lot of therapies available at the Spa, but they were mostly of the physical kind, spanking, wanking, whipping, beating and humiliation, but they were not exclusively physical.
The visitors to Yvonne’s Makin’s House of Fun took their pleasures in many different ways, there was one man, a regular visitor, who liked to sit naked on the lavatory masturbating, as a succession of girls walked into the bathroom pulled down their knickers and pee’d in the bath.
Not that it was just the men that were weird, a woman in her sixties liked to lay naked in the empty bath and have one of the staff, Callum McDonnell who was very well endowed, urinate on her.
But it wasn’t always about the physical, one ex professional rugby player paid handsomely for the privilege of sniffing the girl’s soiled knickers which had to be stored in Tupperware boxes to keep them “fresh”.
Another man who was an old Shakespearean actor liked watching Claire Collister hoovering his room wearing nothing but wellington boots and a retired vicar liked to be walked up and down the corridor wearing a dog collar, a studded one.
Voyeurism was also very popular and some two way mirror were installed in a number of rooms for the peepers.
Although some wanted to be in the room with the couple during the act, that was very expensive, in fact, any request the deviated from the norm was extra and anything that the client “insisted on” doubled or trebled the price.
Some of the requests that were made were more bizarre than others and were more akin to “Children in Need” challenges.
A woman having her breasts covered in peanut butter or a man having his genitals painted with warm honey.
Many of the staff from the old Spa Hotel business stayed on to give the new seedier trade a go, most of them merely continued in their old roles,
Cook’s, laundry staff, waiters, waitresses, cleaners, bar staff, housemaids, and maintenance staff.
Whereas others chose a career change and stayed on in a different capacity.
One of those who chose to stay on in his original role was 31 year old Tim Weston who had been a masseur for 3 years since before the change but he had hoped when it started to cater for the more depraved tastes he might get a bit of depravity for himself, but it hadn’t worked out that way.
He was a quiet gentle man who got really turned on when he had a beautiful woman on the table but he was unable to do anything about it and always went home frustrated.
But despite that he worked 7 days a week in the vain hope that something would change.
(Part 02)
The House of Fun was a place where dreams could come true, providing they were dirty dreams, obscene, depraved and sordid ones.
Toe curling, knicker wetting, and ejaculating dreams.
Every effort was made by the House to ensure every visitor was left well and truly satisfied.
That satisfaction could come in many forms, for some it was just to be restrained, for others it was having seven bells beaten out of them in the S & M rooms or just being humiliated.
Some satisfaction was derived from dressing up, and they had amassed quite a wardrobe for that purpose.
And for the punters delight there were a wide range of role playing rooms but everything came at a price.
The down side to keeping the customers satisfied however was that the staff got horny and it wasn’t unprecedented at the House of Fun for co-workers to get down and dirty, in fact Cathy Ridge’s best friend Lucy Thomas was being regular serviced by the 6ft 4 inch former Hotel gardener, Callum McDonnell.
Claire Collister and her girlfriend Kerry Freeborn were always at it, although in their case they were already a couple before the House of Fun opened for business.
Yvonne turned a blind eye to the staff having sex on the premises during work hours, after all doing what they did all day, they were bound to get a bit horny.
She did think that after a while they would desensitise and it would be like working in a sweet factory where workers got sick of eating chocolate but the House of Fun didn’t seem to work like that.
So it wasn’t uncommon, especially if it was quiet for the staff to get down to business themselves in a quiet corner.
Even Yvonne’s niece Lesley Makin was at it with Aidan McCauley, in fact there was scarcely a room in the hotel that they hadn’t shagged in, twice in some cases, while Cathy Ridge was keeping Tom Rowlands satisfied.
But not all the staff at the House of fun were getting hot and steamy themselves some of them like Tim Weston were pleasing the customers but not themselves.
Tim had an array of stunning women young and old on his massage table who would get very wet as a result of his expert touch, who would have been quiet willing for him to take full advantage of the situation and touch them more intimately, massaging their labia before slipping his fingers into their juicy cunts and then fucking them to a toe curling orgasm where they lay.
But he was unable to read the signs and therefore was unaware of their most basic wishes so they would leave his table hot and horny to get their final satisfaction elsewhere and he would go and wank himself limp in the showers.
He would do that three or four times a day, depending on which women he was attending, some were more special than others and made his cock twitch the moment he saw them.
(Part 03)
The majority of visitors to the House of Fun were there to get there rocks off in one way shape or form, whether by their own hand or someone else’s.
And when they left they were either sore, wet or spent, most of the time all three.
However not all visitors to the House of Fun went there with lust in their heart and an ache in their loins and Samantha Hawkins fell into that group.
She was 29 years old and had been a regular visitor to the old Spa Hotel in the days before it went over to the dark side and turned into a knocking shop.
But Sam stopped going at that point, she was not interested in the sex, at least not like that at any rate.
She was not opposed to sex per se she just couldn’t do it, because she was a married woman.
In her everyday day life she wasn’t exposed to temptation as
Samantha didn’t get out and socialize much due to her husband’s illness, which was serious and chronic.
Derek had been in a very serious car crash some 7 years earlier and was severely, physically and mentally disabled.
Her aversion to sexual contact wasn’t because she was frigid, she wanted to have a healthy sex life, and she thought about it a lot, it was just that she wanted to have it with her husband, which was never going to happen, not ever.
Derek was so severely disabled that he wasn’t even capable of cuddling her, he couldn’t even hold her with she flicked herself off.
So she did it alone in what had become her bedroom where she used her arsenal of sex toys she had amassed to pleasure herself, and she had become very proficient at the act.
She just wished it was her husband, the love of her life, who was making her cum.
Samantha drew on the extensive catalogue of sexual experiences in her memory bank, which had become her wank bank, of the times she and Derek had made love.
She had no other memories Derek was the only lover she had ever had, but it was an impressive selection considering they were only sexually active for a little under 4 years when he had the accident.
But as good as she was at satisfying herself, she always made herself cum hard, there was one vital component missing, well two if you included cock, which she would have liked as well, but the other one was human contact.
Skin on skin contact, human warmth, just because the friction of thrusting a dildo up her pussy warmed it up it didn’t make it alive.
And it was the want of human contact, the feel of a man’s hands on her skin that made her make an appointment for a massage at the Pangmere Spa and she made sure to get her old masseur Tim Weston.
She wasn’t going there for the sex, it was just for the human contact.
(Part 04)
Almost the moment Tim Weston started working for the old Spa Hotel and he set eyes on Samantha Hawkins for the first time he was instantly attracted to her, he thought she was gorgeous, small, dark and strikingly attractive with a really nice smile, and sad eyes and he couldn’t believe his luck that he was going to get to massage her lovely body.
Tim had the pleasure of running his hands over her silky skin once a month for three years and he was absolutely gutted when she stopped going after the Spa’s change of direction.
He assumed it must have been embarrassment, not wanting to be seen frequenting a den of iniquity, or maybe it was prudishness, or maybe she had found someone else, someone better, whatever it was it appeared to be all over.
Tim got to the Spa early as usual and after exchanging pleasantries with Agnes on reception he checked his client list for the day, he had three that morning and the final name on the list made him do a double take, he hadn’t had his hands on her glorious body for two years and he was thrilled to see she was returning.
29 year old Samantha Hawkins was driving her Citroen Saxo through the beautiful Downshire countryside of the Finchbottom Vale on her way to the village of Pangmere on the Finchbottom Road.
She was travelling from the home in Childean that she shared with her husband Derek and a live in nurse called Martha.
The reason for her journey was to reacquaint herself with the strong hands of Tim Weston that she last felt on her flesh 2 years earlier at Yvonne’s Makin’s Spa Hotel.
Sam hoped that her sojourn might fulfil a need but she was adamant that she wasn’t going to the House of Fun for the sex but she did get turned on regardless in anticipation of her visit.
Whereas most of the visitors to the House of Fun wanted to be either, restrained, beaten, spanked, wanked, noshed, gobbled or fucked, or indeed any combination of the above, all Samantha wanted was a simple massage.
It wasn’t that Sam didn’t fancy Tim, she did in a big way, but she loved her husband and she had to remain faithful to him, they had made their vows which had never been broken and she could never get romantically of sexually involved with anyone no matter how sexy she might think they were.
When she pulled into the car park there was nothing on the outside of the hotel which in anyway indicated what went on inside it.
All she could see was that the car park was full which to her mind meant there were a lot more perverts in Downshire than she realized.
Tim attended to his first two clients, a skinny middle aged spinster from Finchbottom and a very muscular twenty year old shot putter from Sharpington, neither of whom gave rise to any sexual gratification on his part.
But the moment he saw Samantha again he felt a stirring in his loins.
She had been one of his regulars for three years and he was pleased to see she still had a gorgeous body, and he had missed touching her and further more Samantha had missed being touched.
(Part 05)
Although Samantha Hawkins personal life had taken a tragic turn in the form of Derek’s accident, in her professional life her writing career went from strength to strength and her star was very definitely in the ascendency.
Her successful writing career meant that she could work from home and be close to her husband.
Outside of her family home her literary success was universally well received, her publisher loved it, her agent loved it, the bank manager was ecstatic about it but for her it was scant consolation for effectively losing her husband but she took the positives where she could find them.
Ironically, for a woman who hadn’t had a cock inside her for seven years, she earned her living writing erotic romances “bodice rippers” or as her agent called them “Trouser ticklers”.
So you would have thought that a purveyor of slutty novellas would have been right at home at Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun.
When she pulled into the car park there was nothing on the outside of the hotel which in anyway indicated what went on inside it.
All she could see was that the car park was full which to her mind meant there were a lot more perverts in Downshire than she realized.
She walked into reception and it still looked quite normal, she spoke to a skinny thirty-something woman behind the desk, Agnes according to the name badge and was then escorted to the massage cubicles by a pretty young girl called Emily.
It was only after leaving Reception that the true nature of what went on at the House of Fun was revealed as they walked down a busy corridor where they passed an assortment of what could have been guests or staff, many of them dressed in costumes, there was a girl dressed as Bo Peep, two others in roman toga’s and a forth dressed from head to toe in black leather as well as several nor wearing very much at all.
This shouldn’t have caused a writer of smut like her to raise an eyebrow but she found herself quite shocked and a little horny.
She was certain sure that if she spoke to some of the staff she would get some great material for her books so she made a mental note to herself to investigate that possibility, maybe even interview Yvonne Makin herself.
She and her staff would surely have a wealth of lurid tales to tell.
Emily delivered her to the Sauna and massage suite and showed her where the showers, changing rooms and lockers were.
“You’re in room 3 when you’re ready” Emily said
“Thanks Emily” Samantha said and didn’t bother to say that she knew the drill.
When she had undressed she slipped a toweling robe on and folded her clothes, she couldn’t help noticing her knickers were wet, so she smiled as she put them on the pile and then she put her things in a locker and walked across to cubicle 3.
(Part 06)
Tim attended to his first two clients, a skinny middle aged spinster from Finchbottom and a very muscular twenty year old shot putter from Sharpington, neither of whom gave rise to any sexual gratification on his part.
But the moment he saw Samantha again he felt a stirring in his loins.
She had been one of his regulars for three years and he was pleased to see she still had a gorgeous body, and he had missed touching her and further more Samantha had missed being touched.
There was what would prove to be the first of the embarrassed silences that would be threaded through the session.
They both suspected there would be a distinct awkwardness after such a long lapse in time and the nature of the establishment being so different and they were correct and little or no converse passed between them.
Tim looked at her in an appraising way as she got onto the table, she was still as striking as she was when he last saw and her 5ft 4 inch figure was still stunning.
Her shoulder length black hair danced across her shoulders and shimmered.
She lay naked on the table and he perused her lovely arse and her great legs, but he only got the briefest glimpse of her tits.
“It’s nice to see you back at the Spa again” he said
“Thank you” she replied “it’s nice to be back.
Samantha let out an audible sigh when his hands touched her, she hadn’t felt the touch of a man’s hands on her skin for two years and it instantly made her wet.
“You’re very tense” He said
“I know that will be the pressure of work I have a deadline fast approaching” She lied, she was tense because she was like a coiled spring.
Her lie was followed by another embarrassed silence, he knew what kind of books she wrote and furthermore she knew that he knew.
Another ten minutes passed in silence and she was enjoying the massage so much that she came, silently.
“Will you be coming once a month?” Tim asked her
“What?” she asked alarmed, thinking that he may have noticed her joy, or perhaps heard her fanny farting.
“Will you be visiting the Spa once a month like before?” he clarified
“Oh yes I see what you mean” she sputtered “Yes I think so”
She was relieved that he hadn’t noticed her Cumming but the fact that she’d cum in front of him made her even hotter and it wasn’t long before she quietly came again.
“All done Mrs. Hawkins” Tim said and turned his back to her while she put on her robe.
“Thanks Tim” she said “That was wonderful, I forgot how good you were”
“That’s kind of you to say” he replied “I’m glad you enjoyed it”
When she was back in her robe she said
“I will see you again next month then”
“I’ll look forward to that” he replied “Let me walk you out”
“That’s ok” she said “I know the way”
“Bye then” he said
“Thanks again” she called back to him, and he was sure he heard her let out a sigh.
(Part 07)
Samantha really enjoyed the massage and the resulting joy but she was desperate to have a cold shower, which she hoped would keep her just below the boil until she got home to her toy box.
Meanwhile Tim was feeling very pleased with himself, firstly because he got his hands on Samantha’s glorious body again and secondly because he made her come, twice.
It was not unusual for him to have that effect, a lot of his ladies did, in fact he even made a man cum once, which was quiet unpleasant.
But he enjoyed it when he did it with the women.
The problem was that he had enjoyed it a little too much and now his balls were aching so there was only one solution to that particular problem and that was to go and have a wank.
But before Tim could go and wank himself limp in the shower he had to complete the form on his computer for the session with Samantha and then he would send it to reception for Agnes to complete the billing.
While Tim was completing his clerical duties Samantha was already in the shower washing the lust of her gorgeous body and trying to resist the temptation to flick herself off.
When Tim had sent the completed form to reception he headed towards the shower, and as he always did when he needed to relieve his tension he went to one of the disabled showers which were more spacious and had a single shower and a lockable door.
So he walked briskly across to the shower block wearing only a towel wrapped his middle and without hesitating entered the first vacant shower room, which was still steamy from the previous occupant.
He walked in and closed the door and then paused to lock it but he realized the lock was broken, but by that stage he had past the point of no return, he had to either wank himself off or his balls would explode.
Tim took a single step towards the cubicle when Samantha Hawkins stepped naked from the shower, with water dripping from her deep pink, fully erected nipples and running down her beautiful firm body to her thick black triangle before in turn dripping off her pubes.
He didn’t know how long he stood staring at her beautiful naked flesh but it was for much longer than he should have but he struggled to avert his eyes.
Then he suddenly said,
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t think, I’m so sorry”
At which point Sam grabbed the towel and covered herself and Tim headed hurriedly out the door repeating
“Sorry, sorry, I’m so sorry” Until he reached the sanctuary of room 3 where he took his towel off and glanced down.
“Oh fantastic, you’re still there, that’s just what I need” he said to his erection “I don’t know what you think you’re doing, that was very embarrassing you should be as limp as a lettuce leaf, not all hard and ready for action”
And there he stood for God knows how long with his hands on his head muttering to his erect penis.
“I’m still going to have to deal with you in a minute” He said to him and then the door opened and Samantha walked in wearing her dressing gown and stared directly at his erect cock.
(Part 08)
“I’m still going to have to deal with you in a minute” He said to him and then the door opened and Samantha walked in wearing her dressing gown and stared directly at his erect cock.
“I’m…” he started to say but she put a finger up to her lips, gesturing him to silence.
She had often imagined Tim naked and aroused, and she was not disappointed with what she saw, his physique was every bit as good as she hoped, strong and muscular, but his cock was a different matter, that was much larger than she anticipated.
So she undid the belt of her robe and it fell open briefly before she dropped the toweling dressing gown to the floor revealing her nakedness again, but this time it was all dry, perfumed and powdered.
Without taking her eyes off his cock she walked towards him and kissed him.
As they kissed, he put a hand on her face and stroked her cheek while she put hers on his shaft and began gently tugging on his cock.
Tim placed his other hand on one of her wonderful breasts and then she surprisingly employed her other hand on her thick black bush and started fingering her pussy.
They continued to kiss and then after what seemed like an eternity she pushed him back violently so he was sitting on the table, she stood in front of him and sucked the grease off her finger before she climbed on his lap and in one fluid motion slid her hot cunny down his shaft.
Tim let out a gasp and Samantha released a long soft moaning sigh in response to the first length of cock she had received for seven years.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time” Samantha said and laughed before kissing him urgently on the mouth.
As she did so, she rose and fell on him sliding her tight hot pussy up and down his shaft moaning loudly with each penetration, her lips sliding from the tip of his shaft down to the root greasing his balls with every stroke.
Suddenly Samantha stopped kissing him and pushed him backwards saying,
“Get on your back”
Then she gave him two slow liquid strokes on his shaft before she crawled along his body until her creamy cunny was in reach of his tongue, its open petals inviting him to taste their salty tang and he eagerly obliged by starting at the tender flesh between her anus and her pussy, but in an instant he was tasting her juice and sucking on her flesh.
It wasn’t long before she was writhing on his face with pleasure as he devoured her flesh until she shuddered and moaned in noisy orgasm.
All of a sudden she was off him again scrambling off the table and crawling onto a neighboring one.
Samantha draped herself on the table with her legs spread wide displaying her swollen lips, while her gash oozed her tangy juice.
“Now you can fuck me,” Samantha said and giggled.
(Part 09)
All of a sudden she was off him again scrambling off the table and crawling onto a neighboring one.
Samantha draped herself on the table with her legs spread wide displaying her swollen lips, while her gash oozed her tangy juice.
“Now you can fuck me,” Samantha said and giggled.
Tim rapidly crawled off the bed and then slowly crawled up her kissing her soft belly, her plump tits, pausing to suck on her teats before he reached her mouth and when their tongues engaged in passionate combat his throbbing cock homed in on her wet crack like a guided missile or perhaps that should be a guided muscle.
Either way, he was in her pussy deeply and her thighs gripped him tight while he pounded on her, the pace increasing steadily faster and faster and they moaned and grunted in unison as they both sped on and on until they reached maximum velocity and they both exploded in utter ecstasy.
Tim rolled off her and there they lay exhausted and spent for an indeterminate period until he looked at her and said
“Was that worth waiting for?”
“Oh God yes” she replied still panting.
“If I had done it sooner it wouldn’t have been like that,”
It was the seven years of abstinence and frustration that built her up to that explosive crescendo.
She felt guilty of course, she was a married woman, and she loved Derek with all her heart, she had tried so hard to remain faithful but she came off the wagon in a big way.
“Have you ever wanted to?” she asked “with me I mean”
“Since the first day you came here” he admitted
“Why didn’t you then?” she asked
“I was too scared” he replied
“What about you?”
“I didn’t because I’m married, and I thought it would be a betrayal, but I was weak” she said “And in the end all it took was a look at your cock, that’s how weak I am”
“So you feel guilty then?”
“I should do” she replied “but you just gave me something that Derek can never give me again”
They lay in silence after her revelation and shortly afterwards Sam drifted off to sleep whereas Tim stayed awake with his arm around her and he was feeling very pleased with himself.
He had plenty of time before his next massage so he was happy to enjoy the afterglow.
He wasn’t concerned about being discovered because Yvonne turned a blind eye to the staff having sex on the premises during work hours, after all doing what they did all day, they were bound to get a bit horny.
So she was happy as long as her staff doing the business didn’t get in the way of the business.
As Tim listened to her steady breathing while he held her close to him his thoughts began to turn to a reprieve of their performance and hoped that she would be up for it as well.
(Part 10)
As Tim listened to her steady breathing while he held her close to him his thought began to turn to a reprieve of their performance and hoped that she would be up for it as well.
When she stirred from her slumber she had a question for him.
“Why did you react the way you did when you saw me in the shower?” She asked
“Naked in the shower” he corrected her
“Ok naked” she agreed
“But why?” She asked “you could have had be there and then, it wouldn’t have taken much persuasion”
So he told her the whole story, all about the way he felt about her when he touched her and ended by saying.
“And because I would have been taking advantage of the situation, of you”
“Oh”
“But as it turned out you took advantage of me which was much more exciting” he said and laughed
“Oh was it?” Sam said with a giggle “Well you haven’t said what you were doing in the shower when I was at my most vulnerable”
“Ah well…” he began and went scarlet and then she knew exactly what he went there for and exclaimed.
“You were going to have a wank weren’t you?”
“I…” he stammered
“You were?” she said triumphantly “You got so turned on massaging me that you needed a wank”
“Yes” he admitted
“So let me get this straight, I turned you on so much you were going to wank yourself off”
“Yes” he confirmed and after a short pause she said
“Cool, that’s really horny”
“Well as you’ve had a little dose and you’re feeling horny we have time to do it again” he said hopefully
“We could do that unless you would prefer to go for a wank” she said and laughed so hard she almost fell off the table.
He just looked down my nose at her and said
“Do you want to do it again or not?”
“Oh God yes” She said and when she had hold of his cock she added
“By the way, I was going to do myself as soon as I got home”
After another toe curling shag on the massage table it was settled that she would return to him once a month for a massage as she used to do, with two small provisos, the first one being that she got all the “extras” and the second was that she got them in one of the hotel rooms.
Tim had a new found confidence after finally fucking Samantha and so decided to chance his arm with some of his other fanciable clients and it was late in the afternoon on the following day when he had another of his regulars, Karen Clarke, who he had lusted over for almost as long as Samantha, kneeling on his table while he massaged her firm round buttocks with one hand while the other was frigging her pussy, or at least two fingers on it were.
There was a very satisfying audible squelching from her as a result of his double digit ministrations which were also eliciting some wonderfully pleasurable moans from her when the phone rang.
(Part 11)
There was a very satisfying audible squelching from Karen as a result of his double digit ministrations which were also eliciting some wonderfully pleasurable moans from her when the phone rang, he abandoned her buttocks and took the phone from his pocket with his dry hand and he saw it was Samantha.
“Listen Tim, I can’t wait for a month I’m horny now and it’s only been a day, can you fit me in tomorrow, the whole afternoon?”
“No problem” he said
“Fantastic” she said “I can’t wait, I’m getting wet already”
“There’s a lot of it about” he mumbled with his fingers still deep into Karen’s wetness.
“What was that Tim?” she asked
“Nothing, I’m just busy with a client” He lied
“If you’re sure its ok I’ll see you tomorrow, bye” and with that she hung up so he slipped his phone back in his pocket and looked at Karen fidgeting on the table, her cheeks jiggling as he fingered her pussy until he made her cum, big time.
Karen then wriggled backwards off the table and presented her oozing pussy to him at cock height inviting him to fuck her.
“I don’t mind if I do Ms. Clarke” as he wriggled out of his trousers and pants.
Having bent herself over the end of the table her hands gripped the edge and her ginger cunny was presented to him at perfect cock height so he wasted no time at all in spearing her and in an instant he was in her up to his aching balls.
“Oh God Tim” She moaned, “That feels so good”
Tim withdrew and paused momentarily but Karen was so impatient to have it back in her that she pushed her pussy back onto him until he was fully back inside her.
She moaned loudly and smiled smugly over her shoulder at how clever she had been in making him skewer her again.
Then he reached around and cupped her large white breasts and gave her another length and her hands gripped the sides of the table tightly to brace herself.
Karen gave great panting moans in response to each stroke and her head rolled from side to side as the frenetic pace quickened.
The table legs began to screech on the tiled floor and her knuckles showed white as they gripped the table harder with each thrust.
Tim had let go of her tits to grip the table himself to try and halt its progress across the tiled floor.
Her chest was heaving up and down as she neared the end and her moans had long since merged into one continuous whorish wail until the face peering back over her shoulder, contorted into an orgasmic grimace as her back arched and her whole body shuddered in a climactic crescendo and he lost control and in short pumping spasms he shot into her and she collapsed in a sweaty panting heap, and looked for all the world like the aftermath of an erotic buffet.
Tim slapped her buttock playfully and pulled out of her wet pussy and he smiled when he noticed the table had moved two feet from its original position.
“Now that’s what I call a proper massage” she said still draped over the table, when she had finally stopped panting
“You enjoyed it then” he said
“It was very adequate” she replied and chuckled, which made her buttocks wobble and then her fanny farted and she laughed more.
“Adequate? Cheeky mare” he said and spanked her arse and she let out a yelp as his hand slapped a red handprint on her cheek and he chuckled.
“I’ll take you off the list then shall I?”
“No, no” she said with alarm and lifted herself up onto her elbows, but when she turned to look he was smiling.
After that day Karen Clarke’s name joined Samantha Hawkins on his special client list, a lustful list of sexy, frustrated women which would grow over the coming weeks and months until all he had were special clients.
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