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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
“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.
“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.
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.
“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.
