YOU CAN RING MY BELL

 

Do you like making spoons in bed?

Or do you do it on all fours like beasts

Perhaps in the style of the missionaries

Or does she straddle you like a monkey on a stick?

Is she animated when you’re at it?

Thrashing about a lot

Or motionless like a resuscitation doll

Maybe you have her with trembling knees against a wall?

Mounting her roughly from behind

What about the wheelbarrow?

Have you tried that position?

Maybe bondage or spanking is your thing?

Do you play two-way family favorites?

Kissing the inside of her milky white thigh

Before drinking from the velvet cup

Does she enjoy performing orally?

Is her behavior quite low, morally?

Base and sluttish

Or is she prim and proper

Prudish about being rude-ish

 

Maybe it’s not what you do but who you do it with

Vampish or tarty, dumb or smarty

Clear complexioned or spotty

Levelheaded or dotty

Intelligently spectacled

Scantily clad in edibles

What about role playing and dressing up

Does she wear uniforms of cotton or serge?

And do you dress as a centurion

Or a gladiator 

Do you play doctors and nurses?

Or vicars and tarts Master and slave

Butler and parlor maid

Teacher and pupil

Acting out fantasies of filth

Do you do it wearing a hat?

In German helmet and jack boots

Cross dressing perhaps

In a pencil skirt or floral dress

Leather goods or latex or pace

What about toys or sexual aids

No let’s not go there

What about swinging do you fancy that?

Arriving in a Porsche and going home in a Passat

Does she need to be of a certain physical type?

To be of the right dimensions?

Or proportions

Tall and pencil thin

Or perhaps pear shaped or round

An hourglass figure

Or a stick thin anorexic

A particular color eyes

Hair, long, short or none at all

Blonde, brunette or red

Body piercing?

A turn on? Or turn off?

Tattoo’s like wise

Do you like your beaver wild or tamed?

Does a Brazilian look too much like you need a swipe card?

And if it looks like Adolph Hitler’s moustache do you care  

When her breasts are released are, they like airbags deploying

Or are they small and pert just enough for toying

Are you fussy about her appearance?

Or is a pulse all she needs

Perhaps you’re not even that fussy

 

Is she noisy when you’re on the nest?

Perhaps that’s what you like the best

Once she’s warmed up do you make her bellow?

So, you have to turn her over and make her bite the pillow?

What about location does it matter where it’s done

Do you like it to be a public place?

When she’s sitting on your face

Do you like it al fresco in the woods or maybe the park?

Or does a dog sniffing your bum put you off your stroke

At someone’s party under a pile of coats

At the cinema or theatre

Out back in a dark alley way

In the car? We’ve all done it there

All around the house in the bathroom and on the stair

Well, you can do it in the hall or on the kitchen table

Even on the toilet if she doesn’t care

It doesn’t matter what you do to ring each other’s bell

Or where you ring it bloody hell

Just as long as all parties are willing and able

That’s the best thing of all and the most important

And the most exiting when she tells you yes

Choice Tales from the Vale – (291) The Collector

 

Downshire is a relatively small English county but like a pocket battleship it packs a lot in, a short but beautiful coastline, a channel port, the Ancient forests of Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, the rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and farm land as far as the eye can see from the Trotwood’s and the Grace’s in the south to the home of the Downshire Light infantry, Nettlefield, and their affluent neighbour’s, Roespring and Tipton in the north, but it’s in the Village of Great Trotwood where the participants of the tale live their lives.

But Colin Wild had the afternoon off, so he drove into Abbeyvale to do a bit of shopping, nothing major just toiletries and the like, and he got most of what he wanted at Harvey’s Pharmacy, and it was after leaving the shop when he bumped into an acquaintance coming out of a very expensive lingerie establishment.

The nature of that acquaintance was of a more intimate hue than pure friendship, but for proprieties sake they had to maintain the façade of friendship as he was the Curate of St Timothy’s in Great Trotwood and she was wealthy married woman, Candice Robinson, and her husband was a local bigwig.

“Hello darling” she said, and air kissed him, and then she spotted him looking at the designer carrier bag she was carrying.

“No, you can’t look at them” she replied to his unasked question

“Ok I don’t mind seeing them on if you insist” he offered

“You’re incorrigible,” she said

“Is that a maybe?” he asked

Unmoved by his enquiry she shook her head disappointedly.

“You still owe me a pair anyway” she said quietly

“Yes” he agreed “they’re in my glove compartment”

“I’m surprised you haven’t mounted them under glass as a trophy” Candy said

“What a great idea” he said “There’s a great framer in market street, they’ll look great hanging in the Vestry”

“Don’t you dare?” she said laughing

The reason he was in possession of an expensive pair of her slightly soiled black silk knickers was because he had removed them from her tidy bod during a late-night tryst in a quiet wood on the outskirts of Little Trottwood.

However, before she could redress after the act they were almost discovered only minutes after he had withdrawn.

“Have you got time for a coffee?” she asked

“I do” he replied so they went into a coffee house, a nice one, Café Société, not one of the chains, a very swanky establishment.

Colin ordered the drinks as Candice sat in the corner and when he joined her, he said

“I wouldn’t mind adding to my collection” he mused, and she blushed knowing he was referring to her knickers again and then after a few moments she said

“You’re not having the new ones”

“Well, I’ll settle for the ones you’re wearing now” Colin said and smiled as she blushed scarlet

A few minutes later they left the comfort of the plush upholstered sofas and went off to the loo.

 

Twenty minutes later they returned in tandem and Candice walked through the coffee shop sans panties and when she sat down, she giggled.

“Wow that was very saucy” she said “and you know I like saucy”

“How do you feel?” he asked as he fondled the warm silk fabric in his pocket

“I always feel good afterwards” she whispered

“I meant; how do you feel going commando” he explained “in public”

“It felt really dirty” she replied “but in a good way, it’s very liberating”

“Good” he said “I can’t wait until the next time I liberate you”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (290) Family Affairs

 

Sarah Kessler was a hard-working woman who had her own hairdressing business in Abbeyvale, it was only a small concern and was certainly no threat to the Mazzone’s chain of establishment, but it was all hers and she did alright.

But for her birthday her sister Karen bought her a three day, all-inclusive Spa break for her and a friend at the Tipton Manor Hotel and Spa in the north of Downshire County, and they had a great time using the facilities and enjoyed the full range of what was on offer, fitness classes, gym, rock sauna, infra-red sauna, aroma steam room, ice fountain, drench showers, Jacuzzi, a Romanesque pool, Reflexology, Raki, facials, scalp massage, hand massage, Manicure and Pedicure you name it they had it.

But before she went for dinner on the first night she had just enough time to phone home and check in with her boyfriend Chris, who she was missing terribly.

 

Chris Eames loved Sarah very much, but he also loved sex and he didn’t really care who with, and while Sarah was away in Tipton he was entertaining his girlfriend’s sister Karen and was still doing so when the phone rang.

He had Karen laying bent across his lap with her jeggings pulled down around her knees and her skimpy knickers half way down her thighs, all of which left exposed her firm round buttocks still wearing the fresh vivid red hands prints of an excellent spanking her globes had just received.

There was also a very stimulating audible squelching from her pussy where he was frigging it with two fingers and his double-digit ministrations was eliciting some wonderfully pleasurable moans from her when the phone interrupted him, so he picked it up with his dry hand and he saw that it was Sarah,

“Hey babe” Sarah said, “Are you missing me?”

“So much” he said, his fingers still deep into Karen’s wetness

“Are you being good?”

“I am being incredibly good” he replied as he looked down at Karen squirming on his lap, her cheeks jiggling as he fingered her juicy hole, and she came, then Karen turned to look at him and grinned.

Sarah then listed in detail all the things they had done while Karen slithered off his lap and onto her knees, where she set about extricating his cock from his trousers and by the time Sarah had finished the next day’s itinerary Karen’s mouth had engulfed it.

“Ok babe I have to go now” Sarah said, “Behave yourself,”

“I will” he said

“Promise?”

“I promise” he said “Now go and have dinner”

“Ok, bye, love you”

“I love you too” he said and hung up.

He felt no guilt as he looked down at Karen’s head rising and falling on his shaft as his cock was already in her mouth well before he promised to behave.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (288) Creating A Monster

 

She was a perfect example of young womanhood, a sweet angelic countenance, a demure mode of dress, and an air of innocence.

But beneath the virginal exterior beats the heart of an insatiable harlot who can’t get enough of me.

I am the Vicar of St Timothy’s in Dulcet-on-Brooke and chose the angelic, demure, virgin, to be my partner in life, but her sexual appetites are at odds with her spiritual being.

It’s true to say that I am responsible for unleashing the beast, as when I first met her she was still a virgin and remained so until she was twenty-two and we were engaged to be married, but I persuaded her that as we were in a committed relationship, and were engaged, it would be ok if we were to give ourselves to each other.

She reluctantly agreed but once she had succumbed to me that first time, she wanted me all the time, I had created a monster, a beautiful, angelic, demurely dressed innocent looking cock monster.

Once she had lost her virginity she wanted to do it with me at every opportunity, at any time and in any location, even in the church, in fact wherever the mood took her.

And even when she’s on her period, she still likes to play and can be relied upon to satisfy me, with a blowjob, a tit wank or even a hand job.

I don’t want you to think that I am for one moment complaining about her behaviour that is not the reason I’m writing this, far from it, this is perhaps not the done thing, for a Church of England minister to admit, but the reason for my confession is by way of bragging.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (286) Doctor in the House

 

It was the day after Doctor Belinda Mason had visited Callum Grainger’s home to attend to his terminally ill wife, and not for the first time they had ended up in bed together, when he was rudely awakened from his slumber by a persistent banging sound.

This was particularly annoying as he was snuggled up comfortably behind Belinda on the sofa in his study and he was in no mood to relinquish his privileged position.

The banging continued and then it suddenly dawned on him.

“Nurse” he shouted

“No, me doctor, you lawyer” Belinda said and chuckled, then she added.

“I can dress up as a nurse if you like, blue cotton dress, puffy sleeves, starched white apron, black stockings and no knickers”

And she chuckled again as the “Bang, bang, bang,” continued

“No” he said, “That’s the nurse”

“Oh shit,” Belinda exclaimed, and he jumped out of bed and pulled on his trousers, and as he went out the door he looked back and said

“I like the sound of the nurse’s uniform hon, so hold that thought”

Then he tugged his shirt on over head as he rushed down the hall to the front door.

He took a breath and then opened it and a tall ruddy-faced woman was standing there.

“I’m so sorry nurse,” he said “it was a bit of a long night, do come in”

“And how is the patient now?” she asked as she stepped inside, and he explained.

 

He watched the nurse ascend the stairs and then went back to the study and found Belinda hiding behind the door with the duvet wrapped around her.

“My clothes are in the upstairs bathroom,” she whispered

He had wondered what she had done with them because she was only wearing socks and knickers beneath her coat when the previous night’s fun began.

“You have your M&S knickers” he corrected her and laughed  

“It’s not funny” she said crossly and then contradicted herself by laughing.

“Come on” Callum said taking her hand and leading her out into the hall

“Where are we going?” she asked in alarm

“Well you are going in here” he said and opened the shower room door “You can have a shower while the nurse is upstairs, I will come and get you when she’s gone”

Then he kissed her and left her to it.

 

He was in the kitchen washing up when the nurse came back down.

“Ok Mr. Grainger she’s still sleeping soundly, her temperature is fine, and I didn’t wake her, so I have left her meds in a cup on the bedside table” The nurse said

“You can leave her sleeping for another hour or so but no more than two”

“Thank you, nurse,” he said and showed her to the door.

 

When the front door closed behind her he went upstairs and retrieved Belinda’s clothes from the upstairs bathroom and carried them down to the study, then he undressed in the hall outside the shower room before opening the door and going in.

He could see Belinda’s delicious well-defined shape through the glass before he opened the door and joined her in the cubicle.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” she asked

“I’m just making sure you don’t miss anything” he replied

“I don’t think anything will be missed” she said and kissed him as her soapy hand took hold of his shaft.

“In fact I think I’m probably going to get everything”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (285) On the Brink of the Abyss

 

Howard put his hand on the side of Sarah’s face and pulled her head gently towards his and teased her lips with his several times until she smiled open mouthed and his tongue penetrated her mouth and they dissolved into a sea of passion.

His hand left her cheek and caught her breast as it rose and fell on her heaving chest and her hands scratched lightly at his back as his hand crossed her belly and as his fingers combed through her tousled bush he stopped kissing her.

Sarah looked up at him open mouthed as his digits progressed, she closed her eyes and sucked in air through her teeth as she opened like a piece of ripe fruit to the gentle touch of his fingertips.

Between her parted lips his fingers reveled in the sensual syrup of her secretions as their foreheads touched and she panted in Howards face with each stroke along her creamy crack.

With her eyes closed and her lips pursed his fingering became more frenetic until her body tensed, and she gasped.

Howard kissed her hot panting mouth as he maneuvered above her and she grasped his cock firmly and guided him into her hot creamy wetness and Sarah exuded a divinely sensual sound as she received him, and her hands were on his buttocks, groping and squeezing.

As the tempo increased she moaned and sighed and as she neared Shangri-La he could feel the burning heat from her pussy, and her rasping breaths became deeper.

Her panting became erratic, her head rolled, and her nails dug into his flesh and then with a sensual scream and a satisfying shudder she cried out in orgasm.

Howard gave her two more extremely short strokes and he followed her over the abyss.

“Oh” she exclaimed and kissed him as he lay on top of her.

“Was that what you had in mind” he asked between pants

“That was exactly what I had in mind” she replied with a sigh and then in blissful contentment they cuddled up underneath the duvet and went to sleep.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (284) The Old Flame

Gary was sitting in the bar enjoying a pint before he went to his room to turn in, when he spotted a familiar figure, a nice little figure and one that he had once known intimately.

Maureen was still as lovely as she always was, and she still clearly had class, and immaculate dress sense in a flared silk dress and matching accessories, the only thing she wasn’t wearing was a smile, which surprised him, and then she went out through the door towards the toilets, so he thought he’d say hello when she returned.

 

After about 20 minutes he was convinced Maureen wasn’t going to the toilets but had actually gone home, so he drained his glance and decided to use the facilities himself before getting another drink.

But when he left the bar he found Maureen standing by the cigarette machine with her back to him and it was apparent that she was crying

“Maureen?” he said

“Yes” she answered as she turned towards him

“Oh Gary” she exclaimed and buried her face in his chest and began to cry anew.

           

When he managed to get her to calm down he got to the bottom of what had upset her, and that was her boyfriend, who had just dumped her, he never found out his name she just kept referring to him as “bastard”.

After that he proposed he take her for a quiet drink, so they could talk, but she didn’t want to go back into the bar, so he suggested they go to his room instead and get room service and she agreed. 

 

Upstairs in the room, one drink lead to another drink, and another and then the talking and reminiscing lead to kissing, and the potent mix of kissing, alcohol and a deep-seated regret at separating, meant that one thing led to another.

 

Although Maureen had been very upset at the time, after being dumped by her “bastard” ex-boyfriend the night before, she seemed to quickly come to terms with the situation as she took every ounce of satisfaction from him, that night and twice again the next morning.

The second time of which occurred when he was in the shower washing her lust off his body, and it began when she slipped quietly into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bath and took his cock in her mouth and sucked him up to full erection.

After which she used him and abused him and by the end of the knee trembler against the tiles he was shattered, and he collapsed as his legs had completely gone.

He had to sit in the bath to recharge his batteries and he just sat there with the shower spraying down on him for a full twenty minutes.

 

By the time he re-emerged from the bathroom, still dripping wet, Maureen was already fully dressed.

“You’ve recovered then” she said and laughed

“I’ll remember that the next time you’re gagging for it,” he retorted

“You’ll still shag me though” she said and walked over and kissed him and then he scooped her up in his arms

“Put me down you’ll get me all wet,” she protested

“That’s just how I like you” he teased and then they kissed.

But that was all they did as he had to vacate the room and they both had trains to catch and besides he was so knackered that he probably wouldn’t have been able to go again for at least 24 hours.

So, he put her down and she giggled as she sponged herself dry, then she sat down and watched him drying himself and by the lascivious look in her eye he couldn’t tell if she was remembering what she’d had or imagining what she was going to get the next time and he knew by her leery expression that there would definitely be a next time.