Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (22) Banking Memories

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.

 

The House of Fun had become a very popular venue for the sin seekers, Some would stay at the Hotel for a week or more while taking their particular pleasures while other were walk-ins and preferred to use the rooms by the hour.

Some were only occasional visitors, dabblers or even one timers but the majority were frequent flyers on the erotica express.

 

When brother and sister, Paul and Polly Russell drove from Northchapel to Pangmere they were first timers at the House of Fun and Paul was something of a reluctant one, in fact the only reason he was there at all was because his big sister Polly had bought him a week long package to celebrate his divorce, although to his mind he thought commiseration was more appropriate, and just to be sure he used the gift she drove him there herself and even booked herself in for a two day special, though she didn’t know what to expect inside, she didn’t think it was really her kind of place, she was only there for her little brother.

Well Paul didn’t think it was his kind of place either but he had no choice in the matter apparently.

 

But once he was there it didn’t seem so bad, it was modern and clean and it didn’t look like a brothel.

When they got up to their suite he thought it was very nice and he thought Polly had been overly generous.

“This is very nice” Polly said and took her case into her bedroom and Paul nodded as he looked around.

“How bad can it be?” he thought to himself

He figured that he could swim, use the sauna and the gym and not get anywhere near anything even remotely seedy.

He thought he might even catch up on his reading, which clearly wasn’t what his sister Polly had in mind, but he didn’t need to tell her that.

His marriage had just ended in a bitter divorce and he just wanted to off load the marital home and draw a line under an unhappy episode in his life.

What he didn’t want to do was to get his rocks off for a week in a glorified knocking shop, even if the rooms were very comfortable, and he hadn’t had a shag for six months.

But it seemed to him to be a curious choice for a week away as he was disinterested and although he didn’t know it, it was an even more curious choice for his sister as she was frigid.

What he wasn’t aware of at that moment in time was that the proprietoress was celebrating her 52^nd birthday, an event which would change his life forever.

 

On the morning of her 52 birthday as Yvonne approached reception she could feel her lips were still sticky after a brief liaison in her quarters with Martin.

She had awoken in her bed alone but she had an early morning visit.

The Chief Superintendent was six years younger than Yvonne, tall rugged and in good shape which was just as well as he had Yvonne and Linda, his 35 year old wife to satisfy.

She couldn’t answer to what Linda was getting but Yvonne could certainly vouch for the fact that she was always left well and truly satisfied.

He was a regular at the Spa and was also regularly in Yvonne but she hadn’t expected to see him that morning so it was a real treat to have been fucked twice before lunch.

That night he was taking her out to dinner at a posh restaurant, The Runcible Spoon in Purplemere.

She was thrilled because they had never been out before, all their liaisons had been at the Hotel, and afterwards he was spending the night with her, he hadn’t done that before either, the prospect of it kept her wet all day.

What she was particularly looking forward to was waking up with him and his dawn horn or better even than that being fucked awake by it.

And with that thought she took herself off to the voyeur rooms and rubbed herself off in the darkness as she watched her two most enthusiastic girls Claire and Kelly double teaming a well-known TV weather girl.

So Yvonne Makin who was walking the halls making her rounds, knickerless and moist as was her norm, and she was more smiley than normal that day because it was her birthday.

When she turned the corner she saw a couple walking towards her, a very attractive tall skinny young woman and a shorter stockier younger man.

There was a likeness in their faces which betrayed their shared ancestry and she hazarded a guess at brother and sister, but she also detected something else, they were ill at ease, and they both looked like they would have preferred being somewhere else.

 

Polly Russell was a tall girl, over six feet, stick thin, apart from her bust line, she also had very narrow hips and from behind she looked like a boy, but her legs were absolutely stunning.

She was twenty eight years old and like her brother she was divorced, she had a pretty face, friendly and open, and even prettier when she smiled which she didn’t do enough because she was always worrying about Paul who was as different from Polly as it was possible to get.

He was the fat to her thin, the short to her tall, the plain to her beautiful, cautious to her bold and the serious to her frivolous.

But in one obvious way there was no difference at all, he also had a friendly open face.

She thought the girl was gorgeous and would certainly have fun if she let herself and the young man was very cute and if she hadn’t been receiving a generous portion of cock from Martin she would have definitely been interested.

 

As Paul and Polly looked lost, and because she fancied the former she introduced herself

“Hello, I’m Yvonne”

“Hello” she said “I’m Yvonne”

“Oh hello” Polly returned “I’m Polly and this is my brother Paul”

“Hi” he said

“You two look lost, is this your first time here by any chance?”

She asked cheerfully

“Yes” Polly said “is it that obvious?”

“Well you do look a bit like condemned prisoners going to the gallows” Yvonne replied with a giggle “Have you seen anything that takes your fancy?”

They both shook their heads in response.

“Well do you know what you might like to try?” Yvonne asked “Fantasies that kind of thing”

Paul just looked at Polly and raised an eyebrow

“Um no not really” Polly stammered and blushed.

“Well what I would suggest is that you take a peep in the voyeur rooms” she said and then laughed at her unintended joke

“Peep is a very apt verb indeed”

Polly and Paul smiled and the former said

“That’s a good idea, don’t you think Paul?”

“Later for me I think, after lunch, I think I’ll explore some more” he said “But you go”

“Oh ok” she replied “but were getting together for lunch”

“I would try room V3” Yvonne suggested “Just down the corridor”

She thought Polly might be a bit frigid but her star stud and his huge cock were on the bill in V3 and she was confident that would get her warmed up, Callum in action would get a nun wet.

 

After they watched Polly wander off, there was a bit of an awkward silence and then Yvonne said

“It wasn’t your idea to come here was it Paul?”

“Am I that easy to read?” he asked

“Pretty much” she replied

“Well to tell the truth I’m more of a comfy chair and a good book kind of bloke” Paul admitted “All of this is a bit…. Real”

“Well we have a library” Yvonne said

“Yes but is it all mucky books?” has asked and they both laughed

“We have an extensive collection of Erotic literature, but we also have a very well stocked library of non-mucky books”

She said and they laughed again

“Come on I’ll show you the way” she said and took hold of his arm.

“Do you have much of a demand for books among your clientele?” he asked

“You would be surprised” she replied “our guests like to have something else to amuse themselves with in between bouts of depravity”

“That encouraging news” he said

“Here we are” she said “the library, enjoy”

“Thank you Yvonne”

 

“What a nice lady” he thought “Attractive, funny and normal”

What of course he was not aware of was that the attractive, funny and normal lady was walking the halls making her rounds, knickerless and moist as was her habit.

And the next time he saw her was when she returned to the Hotel drunk after being stood up at the Restaurant and he got to find out just how moist she was when he set out to help her to her room and ended up in his bed.

 

That night when her Good Samaritan took his duty so seriously that he looked after her right into his bed and gave her a birthday treat was both an end and a beginning. 

Paul finally put his divorce behind him and looked only to the future, he sold his Northchapel flat and rented one in Finchbottom so he could visit Yvonne regularly although in truth he rarely slept in it because after her birthday treat with Paul, Yvonne never again shared her former love, Martin Reed, with his wife.

She never forgave him for humiliating her when he stood her up at the restaurant but that wasn’t the sole reason, mainly it was because she had a man half her age keeping her well and truly serviced.

 

Polly knew that Paul was a regular in Pangmere but she didn’t know just how regular and she never found out who he was seeing for a long time or what he was doing but the one thing she did know for sure was that he wasn’t going to the library, well not just to read anyway.

She was just overjoyed that he was going there and was living his life.

 

Yvonne was a small dark haired woman just the wrong side of fifty who had maintained her figure well and she was walking along the corridors of the House of Fun daydreaming about the approaching evening and the planned liaison in her quarters with the young man who had become the love of her life, Paul Russell.

He was twenty six years younger than Yvonne,

He wasn’t a tall man, though much taller than she was, and stockily built, Paul was not what you would call good looking but he did have a friendly open face and dark brown hair.

He was also possessed of great stamina which he needed just to keep pace with Yvonne and she was always left well and truly satisfied.

 

He had become a regular at the Spa and since he gave her a birthday treat for her 52nd birthday was regularly in Yvonne but she hadn’t had him for over a week as he had to attend a family funeral in Ireland, so she was a bit horny.

Yvonne didn’t participate in any of the House of Fun sessions herself, she liked to remain at arm’s length, but she did like to supervise, which she did quite diligently, and she became something of a voyeur over the years and liked to watch events through the two way mirrors and she would sometimes satisfy herself in the darkness, particularly while Paul had been away.

But he was back and that evening he would bang her all ways up and it was thoughts of that delicious event which filled her head as she walked in her customary form of dress, skirt, top, stockings and no knickers.

She enjoyed walking around without her knickers, especially when meeting important people, and even more so when she was suitably moistened by a good shag or on that occasion the thoughts of a good shag.

 

Yvonne enjoyed walking around without her knickers, especially when meeting important people, and even more so when she was suitably moistened by a good shag or on that occasion the thoughts of a good shag.

She had taken to doing it very soon after the House of Fun got going and it made her feel very sexy.

On that day as she approached room 37 she could feel her lips were still sticky from having rubbed herself off in the darkness as she watched her two most enthusiastic girls, Claire and Kelly double teaming a twenty something from Mornington.

She opened the door with her master key card and let herself into Paul’s room.

 

Paul Russell and his sister Polly returned from Ireland and after a detour to Sharpington to drop her off he drove straight to Pangmere with only one thing on his mind and a noteworthy erection in his pants.

 

When he got to the Spa he was a couple of hours later than he had expected to be and went to reception to check in and then went straight up to his room.

He swiped his card and nothing happened so he kept trying for a few minutes, also to no avail and was about to return to reception   when the door suddenly opened and Yvonne was standing in the doorway already in her nightclothes and she gave him a smile and opened the door wide.

“I thought you weren’t coming,” she said     

“I had to drop Poppy off in Sharpington” he responded while he watched her nipples erecting through her silk nightie in the cooler air of the hall.

She noticed him looking at her tits but she made no effort to conceal them instead she said

“I thought I might have to attend to myself”

“Oh that sounds nice can I watch?” he replied

“You are incorrigible” she said and laughed, and then she took his hand and pulled him in through the door.

She closed the door behind him and slithered up against him and kissed his mouth.

“Where would you like me gorgeous boy?” she asked

“Bed I think” he answered

“A good choice” she said and giggled

“Anywhere would have been a good choice Yvonne” he told her

“Shut up and get on the bed” she ordered

He followed Yvonne as she walked towards the bed and his eyes were fixed on her magnificent buttocks as they taunted him through the silk of her nightgown

“So if you had needed to attend to yourself what would you been thinking about?”

He asked

“I can’t tell you that,” she said coyly giving him a quick glance over her shoulder.

“I think you can” he insisted

“I can’t” she reaffirmed as they reached the bed he took hold of her and turned her towards him and kissed her

“Please” he asked,

She stood staring at his chest and let out a huge sigh and when she spoke there was no hint of embarrassment only great pride.

 

Yvonne stood staring at his chest and let out a huge sigh and when she spoke there was no hint of embarrassment only great pride.

“On my birthday, when you looked after me when I got drunk, and you sobered me up and you took me from behind on the sofa” she said quietly

“Yes you did enjoy that day didn’t you?” he said proudly and Yvonne nodded

“When I think of that night I still get a tingle down below,” she admitted still staring at his chest.

“And what else?” he asked

“After we made love you said I had a lovely shape and I said

“I’m not as firm and toned as the girls downstairs”” she said

“But I said “I’m only interested in your body”” Paul said

“Yes” she gasped and pulled him towards her

“What else?” he asked

“The next morning making love in your bed with Polly in the next room”

“And?” he persisted as they stood by the bed

“In my office, on my desk, and again in the chair” she replied as she began to undress him, “and later on the rug by the fire”

Paul’s shirt and trousers were discarded, and then he asked

“Is that all?”

“In the voyeur room” she barked as she yanked his pants down “While we watched Claire and Kelly”

“And the day after, in the play room” and one sock had gone

“And the day after that, in the sauna” and the other sock was removed.

“Is there anything in your Wank Bank that doesn’t involve me?” he asked

“No” she said and kissed his helmet before standing up again

“So what do you want to do now?” he asked

“I want you to put something else in the bank for me” she replied and slipped her fingers around his cock and kissed him.

“And how would madam like her deposit?” he asked

“Surprise me,” she answered tightening her grip on his shaft and kissing him again.

Paul’s hands were fondling the cheeks of her silk clad bum while she tugged on him.

He released the handfuls of arse and grabbed handfuls of her nightie and dragged it upwards.

Yvonne released her hold on him and he pulled her nightgown off over her head then he lifted her up so she was standing on the bed.

Yvonne wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his head towards her great globes surmounted by pink aroused nipples which she wafted about his lips, tempting and teasing him until she allowed him to engulf a great pink teat and sucked hard on it.

After a minute or so she pushed his head back leaving her misshapen saliva coated nipple and then unceremoniously latched him on to the other.

After giving the appropriate period of attention he released her wet teat and pushed her backwards onto the bed.

Pandora bounced spectacularly on the bed and giggled as her tits bounced independently of the rest of her.

As he moved toward her, Yvonne, still giggling tried to turn and scramble away but he rapidly crawled up the bed and grabbed her ankle and pulled her back.

 

After giving the appropriate period of attention he released her wet teat and pushed her backwards onto the bed.

Pandora bounced spectacularly on the bed and giggled as her tits bounced independently of the rest of her.

As he moved toward her, Yvonne, still giggling tried to turn and scramble away but he rapidly crawled up the bed and grabbed her ankle and pulled her back.

Having prevented her escape he could then slowly crawl up her mature body, kissing her belly as he crawled, then her tits, sucking both teats, before he reached her mouth and when their tongues engaged in a passionate duel his throbbing cock homed in on her moist crack like a missile.

Paul entered her pussy all the way, and as he pushed his cock into her welcoming wetness, breath exhaled from her mouth.

Yvonne’s thighs gripped him tightly and her noisy responses to his strokes urged him on and Paul pounded on her more, the pace increasing steadily, faster and faster.

Her nails were in his back as they moaned and grunted in unison. They sped on, quickening the pace and shortening the stroke until the couple reached maximum velocity and they both exploded in complete and utter ecstasy.

They lay locked in that embrace, a single, sweating, panting beast for several minutes until he rolled off her and there they lay exhausted and spent for an indeterminate period.

Eventually he looked at her and asked

“Will that make it to the bank?”

“Oh God yes” she replied still panting.

 

In the early hours of Sunday morning Paul was violently shaken awake.

“I have to go,” Yvonne said, she normally slipped away discretely so as not to be seen leaving a guests room.

“What? When?” he said

“In about two hours” she replied as she laced her fingers around his shaft.

“Now this is the kind of early morning call I like,” he said as she tugged on his cock and tongued his ear, and then in a trice Yvonne was above him and she was rubbing her sticky lips against his helmet provocatively before she slowly slid down on him.

And then like a whirlwind she pumped her hot pussy on him again and again thrashing about like a whirling dervish, her tits bouncing wildly with each thrust, and each one was followed by a grunt

“Huh”

Thrust

“Huh”

Thrust

“Huh”

One after another as she satisfied herself on his rod, all he could do was grab hold of her arse and be mesmerised by her jiggling jugs.

And then her pumping action quickened, the thrust and the grunt happening simultaneously.

“Huh”

“Huh”

“Huh”

Until she came in a rousing crescendo

“HUH”

And his pulsing cock shot into her hot cunny and then Yvonne, panting hard collapsed on top of him, and let out a low sigh of contentment

“Mmmmm”

“Another one for the bank?” he asked

“Ohhh yes” she said smugly  

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (21) A Special Day

 

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, 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 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 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 dreams. 

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 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.

 

The day that Samantha Hawkins returned to Tim Weston’s massage table marked an end to their sexual frustration but it took a chance encounter for lust to come to fruition.

 

Things began even before Sam arrived when Tim got aroused just in anticipation of her visit but the moment he saw Samantha in the flesh the stirring in his loins heightened.

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.

 

So Tim would have just wanked himself limp and Samantha would have gone home and done herself with a dildo or a vibrator had

Tim not walked in to the shower room as 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”

 

A few minutes later he was back in room 3 where he took his towel off and glanced down and chastising his erection 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, she was not disappointed with what she saw, and 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 a result a broken shower room lock and fates perfect timing meaning he would be there the moment she emerged from the shower they put all the frustrations that had existed behind them and he speared her pussy on the massage table.   

 

After that day another beauty he had lusted after, Karen Clarke, joined Samantha Hawkins on his special client list, a lustful list of sexy, frustrated women which grew over the following weeks and months until all he had were special clients and his balls were seldom dry.

 

Tim had a new found confidence after finally fucking Samantha and it was a special day when Samantha Hawkins became his first special client and they went on to have many special days beyond that.

She knew that there arrangements wasn’t exclusive, she knew he had added other special women to his list, but she didn’t mind that she wasn’t looking for exclusivity, he was just fulfilling a need that her disabled husband could not, however she did like to think she was the most special as she was Tim’s first.

Not only did she not mind about the other women she became friends with some of them.

 

On Thursday afternoon he was pleasuring and enjoying Karen Clarke who was kneeling on his massage table while he massaged her firm round buttocks with one hand while two fingers of the other were frigging her pussy.

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 as she was fidgeting on the table, her cheeks jiggling as he fingered her wet 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.

He accepted the invitation and wriggled out of his trousers and pants and into her.

 

Afterwards as they redressed she asked him if he was going to join her and the others for lunch the next day.

Four of his “special” clients had formed a lunch club and the five of them generally dined out once a month at the Red Lion in Pangmere.

And as much as he would have loved to go to lunch club with the girls he couldn’t really spare the time so he said

“No I don’t think so”

Karen gave him a look so he added

“I have to move my stuff into the new suite”

“But its Samantha’s birthday” she insisted, “You have to come it’s her 30th”

“Well we’ll see,” he said, “if I get finished in time”

“That means no then,” she said crossly

“It means if I get finished in time” he insisted

“Hmmm” she said as she was leaving with obvious disbelieve but she kissed him anyway and added.

“Please come, you’ll enjoy it”

“We’ll see,” he reiterated

It wasn’t a lie, he did have to move his stuff into the new suite.

Since the day he first shagged Samantha he had built up a special client list, a lustful list of sexy, frustrated women which grew over time until all he had were special clients and he was doing so well with his special clients that he was now moving into a different room away from the Pool and Sauna suite in which he could service his special clientele in more salubrious surroundings.

But he was a victim of his own success and because of that success he only had a narrow window in which to make the move.  

 

He started early on Friday, which was just as well as at 8 o’clock Samantha arrived at the Hotel dressed in joggers and a T-shirt, not her normal apparel at all, in fact he had never seen her dressed down to that degree and he was quite surprised that she actually owned a pair of joggers.

“What are you doing here?” he asked “on your birthday”

“I’ve come to help,” she replied

“Help with what?” he asked puzzled

“The stuff that’s preventing you from coming to my birthday lunch” she said

“I did say I’d come if I was finished,” he said

“Well the sooner we get started the sooner we’ll be finished” she said cheerily.

 

So they got to work, Samantha set about dusting and packing his old room while he started carrying things to the goods lift and by eleven o’clock they were almost finished, there was just one small leather sofa to bring in from one of the unused rooms and they were done.

So the two of them set about the task and having maneuvered it out of one room and down the hall and into his rooms all that was required was to push it into place and with both of them pushing, it moved easily into position.

Which was when with the job done and him suitably position southwest of her casually clad arse he thought he might give her a birthday present.

So he put his hands on her shoulders and said

“Thanks Sam I couldn’t have done this without you”

Samantha leant back against him and he kissed the top of his head, then he ran his hands slowly down from her shoulders until they were caressing her breasts.

She leant her head back so she could look up at him and said

“We haven’t got time for that” and she smiled

“I think we do” Tim said and bent down and kissed her smiling lips and as he did so he began pulling the front of her t-shirt up so he could get a better hold of her tits.

“Oh no you don’t” she said and leant forward pressing her tits against the back of the sofa, denying him access and giggling like a schoolgirl.

“Playing hard to get are we,” he said and quickly lifted the back of her shirt up and unfastened her bra

“You sneaky git” she said still laughing, but pressed her front even tighter against the furnishings denying him access to her un-holstered breasts.

So a change of tack was called for and he abandoned his quest for breast and got his hand inside her jogging bottoms instead, but Samantha instantly countered his new assault by pressing her pelvis up against the frame of the sofa and wouldn’t let him get to her minge.

There was only one option left to him, which was to spin her around and push her backwards on to sofa.

 

She was laughing as she span around and then let out a girlish yelp as she landed on her back.

Samantha’s legs were sticking up in the air so he grabbed one ankle so she couldn’t get up again and then yanked her joggers and pants off her arse before she knew what was happening.

From then on it was relatively simple to pull them off over her ankles despite the fact she was trying to kick her legs.

“We really don’t have time,” she said still giggling

“Well you’re almost naked now” Tim responded as he unbuttoned his trousers and pulled his cock from his pants and gave it a bit of a tug.

Samantha’s arse was parked on the arm of the sofa while her head and shoulders were on the seat pad, as a result her fanny was looking up at him so as he immobilized her legs with one arm he placed his hand on her bush, combing her pubes with his fingers and slipping his thumb along her greasy crease.

Samantha stopped giggling at that point and moaned softly instead

“We’re going to be late for lunch” she purred as he rubbed her clit with his thumb.

“Then the sooner we get started the sooner we’ll be finished” Tim said using her own words against her as he plugged into her.

The moment his shaft was greased up to his balls he released Sam’s legs and she relocated them either side of his head and crossed her ankles behind his neck.

There were no more protestations about a lack of time only murmurs and moans of pleasure as he entered her cozy cunt again and again.

As he banged her the sofa moved inch by inch across the room as her moans grew louder until right on cue when the sofa would move no further they both came.

Tim withdrew from her and waddled penguin like around the sofa and sat down on the seat next to panting Samantha and put his hand on her belly.

“Happy birthday” he said 

 

Neither of them spoke for the next 10 minutes or so, they just panted and reflected on a job well done.

That was until Samantha stretched and sighed, as she lay in the same position he left her in, and rolled over.

She looked up at him with a familiar look in her eye and smiled before taking his limp member in her mouth, which of course didn’t stay limp for long.

“You want to go again?” he asked

“Mmmm” she mumbled

“I thought you didn’t want to be late for lunch?” he said and then with a slurp she released his cock and crawled onto his lap.

“We’re already late” she answered taking her T-shirt off and throwing it aside before impaling herself on him.

 

They arrived at the Red Lion almost 40 minutes late for lunch.

“Sorry we’re late” Samantha said kissing everyone in turn before sitting down.

Tim kissed everyone too and sat down opposite her.

“Did you get everything done?” Karen asked

“Yes” he replied, “it just took a while to maneuver a particularly big piece into the room”

Samantha kicked him under the table.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (326) Lifting Clarissa’s Spirits

The Dulcets are a collection of villages and hamlets comprising of Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet St Mary, Dulcet Green and Dulcet-on-Brooke, to name but a few, and of course Dulcet-on-Willow, which is a large sprawling village beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which runs unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke, and it’s in the Village of Willow where 28 year old Alex Monroe lives in the house he was born in.

His parents have retired to a Villa in the Greek Islands and the six bedroom detached house was left jointly to him and his brothers, Colin, two years younger, who lived and worked in Australia, and Greg, two years older, who owned and ran a Hotel in the Pepperstock Hills National Park, so Alex had the house to himself the vast majority of the time.

He was 5ft 11, slim build with curly brown hair and by profession an illustrator, children’s books mainly, though not exclusively and he had the summer house converted into a studio from where he can work in peace, free of distractions, the latter was particularly important as he was very easily distracted, especially by women and his distraction of choice normally came in the form of well covered peasantry, on the ample side of buxom, and he rarely strayed from his sensual menu, and he had no romantic attachments.

That is until the day he had his first encounter with Clarissa St Claire, the girl next door, who arrived at his front door, in a state of inebriation after one too many birthday drinks.

At the time he didn’t welcome the intrusion because she was not his normal fare and ticked none of his boxes, he liked a mature cuddlesome peasant wench, and Clarissa St Claire was anything but, she was only 18, if the number on the balloon was of any significance.

 

However despite that, a sexual encounter did take place between them in his lounge but it didn’t go as far as she wanted it too, or as far as she planned for it to go, she wanted him to take her virginity.

Which he declined to do that night, though he agreed that he would when he thought she was ready, and many other sexual interludes followed, until the day finally arrived when she got what she wanted.

 

After that he found that all his sexual fantasies were about Clarissa, and why not, she was beautiful, with thick curly ginger hair, elegant, slim and petite, with a perfect Carrington Chase educated voice, Carrington Chase being Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought it was the other way around, and it was a voice that made Charlotte Green sound common.

 

After two months of a sustained, nerve tingling, knicker wetting, toe curling, knee trembling, orgasmic sexual relationship, with Alex Monroe, culminating in her surrendering her virginity to him, and them declaring their love for each other, she thought it was time to tell her parents.

She was particular keen to impart the news before she left for University which was imminent.  

However because he was ten years older than Clarissa, and she having only just turned 18, she decided it would be better if she were to break the news about their relationship to her parents, alone.

Suffice is to say Alex was not in agreement and wanted very much to be with her, but she insisted, so he had to concede.

Instead he had to sit at home on his own anxiously waiting to hear from her, and he remained on tenterhooks until a little after 9 o’clock, when he heard the sound of the doorbell.

The bell continued to ring as he made his way up the hall and when he opened the front door he found a rather tipsy Clarissa St Claire slumped against the doorframe with an open bottle of wine in her hand, but not dressed in a summer top and a short skirt like the first time the drunken ginger knocked at his door, this time she was dressed as a grown up, in a dark green dress and black tights.

“Nightcap” she said and before he had chance to decline Clarissa had pushed past him and straight into the lounge, when he reached the room she was swigging from the bottle, so his first course of action was to confiscate the wine and told her she was restricted to coffee.

 

When he returned to the room Clarissa had kicked off her shoes and was sitting on the sofa with her legs up so Alex put the coffee down on the table beside her and he sat on a pouffe opposite her, and he let her talk, and they sat there in his lounge drinking coffee as she gave him a blow by blow account of the conversations she had with her parents, and it had not gone well.

As the conversation proceeded and she elaborated a little further

“They’ve forbidden me to see you” she said, and then stuck her chin out defiantly “but I’m here”

“I even wore this to make me look more grown up” She said and tried to say more but tears started to well up in her eyes and then they ran down her cheeks as she sobbed.

So, Alex knelt on the floor beside her and offered himself up to comfort her with arms open wide

“I’m sorry” she said gratefully accepting his open arms and burying her tearstained face in his neck, while he made encouraging noises and stroked her back, but being a shoulder to cry on was the full extent of his expertise, and was new territory for him, he’d never been in a relationship before.

Nonetheless they held that position for some time until Clarissa’s sobs began to get shallower and shallower until they eventually abated, but still she held on to him tightly and then began to nuzzle his neck and he could feel her breath on his skin, which was when the beast, which had been content to rest easy in his pants all evening, stirred and opened his solitary eye.

 

While still nuzzling his neck, her hands began to caress up and down his back and her nuzzles turned to kisses.

“Now this is in my field of expertise” he thought and reciprocated the caresses and in an instant her mouth was on his.

Her lips were soft, her mouth was hot and her tongue was electric.

Clarissa’s hands began to claw at his shirt dragging it free of his waistband then with great urgency she adjusted her position, so she was seated facing him as her fingers fumbled at his shirt buttons. When she had accomplished her task, she almost ripped the shirt off his back, and those trembling hands were then on his flesh and she sighed and exhaled through her nose.

Alex meanwhile had one hand on the zip of her dress and tugged it down without ceremony while his other hand pulled the dress off her shoulders, reluctantly she released her grip on his torso long enough to allow her dress to fall to her waist, and quickly wriggled her arms free of the sleeves and they returned to their previous task.

Her kissing became more intense as he turned his attention to her bra and released the fastener between the cups and replaced the black lace with his hands, and she snorted though her nose as he toyed with her stiffening nipples.  

Alex pushed her backwards onto the sofa and broke his lips away from her mouth and quickly transferred his affections to her pink teats sucking on them like a hungry child as his hand began its trek along the inside of her thigh, only the 70 denier fabric of her black tights between him and the silky skin of her inner thigh.

He loved the feel of the fabric against his palm; it felt warm and welcoming in its density, it was the first time she’d worn tights since he’s known her.

As his hand crept up ever-higher Clarissa’s firm thighs opened and closed in anticipation and she moaned quietly as her buttocks squirmed on the sofa, and her breaths were becoming deep and erratic.

When he reached Shangri-La he could feel the heat from her pussy and as he looked down at her she was in a frenzy, her head was rolling back and forth, she was biting her lip and pulling her ginger hair.

Alex returned to her breasts, which were rising and falling and he could hear her heart pounding in her chest, but he stopped sucking on her tits, choosing instead to watch her as he reached the heart of her fire and he fingered her though her tights, the fabric slipping and sliding on her wet gash until her juices oozed through the fabric, and Clarissa wriggled beneath his hand and moaned dirtily, and her hands gripped the edges of the sofa until her knuckles whitened and her panting came in course rasping breaths until she cried out in orgasm.

Alex reached up under her dress and with both hands smartly yanked the tights from her arse and down her thighs, then he went up there again for her pants this time she obliged him by lifting her arse off the sofa, so the black lace rolled easily off her buttocks, but as he tugged her exceedingly wet knickers from her crotch they made a sharp ripping sound like a plaster being removed, which  simultaneously made Clarissa gasp and his cock involuntarily twitch.

Alex then pulled them all the way off one leg and holding that leg by the ankle he began kissing her all the way down her leg so he could taste her juicy ginger pussy, but he only got as far as the back of her knee when she panted

“Oh God I’m ready Alex”

He kissed a few more inches beyond her knee.

“Please don’t make me wait,” she begged, so he hurriedly undid his trousers and bared his throbbing dick as she spread her legs wide to receive him, a glorious triangle of ginger hair pointing the way towards the dewy pink lips of her waiting cunny.

He slid his hands down her outer thighs until he had her buttocks in hand and then he thrust his cock into her grateful cunny which was like wearing a warm sheath of liquid velvet, Clarissa let out a low animal growl which excited him greatly and with each successive length he gave her she exhaled a low animal grunt

His hands left her buttocks and moved to her breasts and her legs wrapped around him as the strokes were getting shorter, her moans more urgent, more guttural, more animals until crescendo and Clarissa’s whole body seemed to be in spasm before him as he emptied into her pulsing and twitching.

Alex fell forward and her arms went round him like a sprung trap and she kissed him wetly on the mouth, which he reciprocated.

“I wonder what mummy and daddy would think about this” she said and chuckled

 

Clarissa and gone to his house in open defiance of her parent’s forbiddance to see Alex, what happened on the sofa was purely for her own pleasure, so the evening had ticked both boxes.

She ensured that she would tick them both again when she defiantly

stayed the night.