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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
“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.
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.
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 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.
