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 clientele grew
over time and attracted a diverse group of fun seekers.
Polly Russell for
example arrived as a first time visitor at the House of Fun merely in a
supportive role.
She had bought her
younger brother 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 as it turned out
they were both wrong.
Once she 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.
She was desperate to
help Paul get his life going again, 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 she wanted to do
was for him to get his juices flowing, to make him feel alive, even if it was
in a glorified knocking shop.
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.
Polly was wearing her shoulder length brunette hair down so it danced
around the nape of her neck as she walked into the room.
She was wearing a knee length floral dress that hugged her figure, and
thick black tights on her magnificent legs and low heeled shoes on her big
feet.
Whereas Paul plumped for jeans and a short sleeved shirt.
Paul 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.
“Right let’s go and have a look around” Polly suggested
“If we must” Paul retorted
“Oh do try and relax”
she said “you might see something you fancy”
“I’m not looking for
anything” he retorted
“No you would just
hide away with your face buried in a book” she scolded “You have to start
living again”
“So you’re going to
look for yourself then?” he asked
“Good God no” she
exclaimed “That’s not what I need in my life”
“Nor do I” he snapped
“Just keep an open
mind hon” she said and kissed his cheek “Please”
“Ok” he replied resignedly
His words had
resonated with Polly, who had only had two relationships in her life the first
was a five year engagement that ended a month before the wedding and a four
year marriage that ended in divorce.
She hadn’t gone to
Pangmere to search for what was missing in her personal life she was there for
Paul, but she did think she should follow her own advice and keep an open
mind.
The problem was that part of the reason her relationships had failed was
because of sex, or rather the lack of it, Polly was a little frigid.
She and her husband had even been to counseling, a sex therapist, who
suggested sex games, dressing up and role playing, but she just felt silly.
Her problem was that she was timid and unadventurous, the only time she let
herself go was when she was drunk, she had never had an orgasm sober, the
downside to that was that she rarely drank alcohol.
So Polly had no illusions that the House of Fun had anything to offer her
or any fear about looking around she knew that no amount of bawdy titillation
was going to turn her on.
Polly and Paul left
their suite and walked down the corridor which to all intents and purposes
looked like any other hotel corridor and gave no hint as to the purposes the
rooms were put to.
It was only when they
got down to the ground floor that the true nature of the establishment was
revealed with people wandering about in varying stages of undress, or in
costumes, there was also a lot of leather and rubber being worn.
The only one who
appeared to be out of place was a small dark haired, middle aged lady who was
smiling at all and sundry.
Polly and Paul left
their suite and walked down the corridor which to all intents and purposes
looked like any other hotel corridor and gave no hint as to the purposes the
rooms were put to.
It was only when they
got down to the ground floor that the true nature of the establishment was
revealed with people wandering about in varying stages of undress, or in
costumes, there was also a lot of leather and rubber being worn.
The only one who
appeared to be out of place was a small dark haired, middle aged lady who was
smiling at all and sundry.
The smiling lady was 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.
She was a small dark haired woman in her
fifties who had maintained her figure well over the years, and was still
considered attractive, but after two years of running a sin palace and being
regularly serviced with cock she looked 10 years younger.
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.
“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”
Polly wander off
and glanced back to where Paul and Yvonne were standing in silence.
She paused and
watched them and didn’t move on until she saw them starting to talk and then
she smiled and moved on.
Although she
wouldn’t have been smiling if she had realized he was asking her for directions
to the library.
But she would have
been over moon if she had known that later that night the affable Yvonne would
be in Paul’s bed.
When Polly sat down in
the voyeur room a young man was preparing the scene and when he was satisfied
that everything was where it should be he stripped off.
“Oh my Lord” Polly said “That’s huge”
The man she was watching was Callum McDonnell who was the 6ft 4 inch
former Hotel gardener, the gently spoken, good looking and very muscular man,
with a huge cock and hands like shovels.
Polly didn’t notice his hands, she couldn’t take her eyes off his huge
flaccid cock.
After a couple of minutes a young woman, around Polly’s age, entered the
room dressed as a schoolgirl.
Callum then bend the girl over his knees pulled her navy blue knickers
down and spanked her lily white cheeks with his shovel like hands and when her
cheeks weren’t lily white anymore he fingered her wet hairy crack.
Polly discovered when
she watched the schoolgirl being skewered by a huge cock that she was stone
cold sober and red hot and ready.
She certainly wasn’t
feeling frigid in the least and she thought that maybe this was her kind of
place after all.
Polly had further
confirmation of the fact that the House of Fun was indeed her kind of place and
that she definitely wasn’t frigid when she ripped the soggy crotch out of her
tights so she could finger her burning hot pussy and by the time she returned
to her room she desperately needed to put some dry pants on.
When she was having
lunch with her brother her mind kept uncharacteristically wandering to thoughts
that she couldn’t possibly share with her brother, thoughts of a man with an enormous
cock that looked like a child’s arm holding a tennis ball and as a result of
her recollections she had already wet the crotch of her clean knickers.
When they returned to
the suite she didn’t bother changing her underwear again because she had no
confidence that they would remain dry and even less that she would.
Polly was keen to go
exploring again that afternoon and didn’t bother wearing tights when she went
out and soon found herself in another of the voyeur rooms watching a girl
dressed as Julie Andrews, or at least dressed as Maria, giving head to a pretty
young nun.
It wasn’t really her
cup of tea being that she wasn’t a devotee of Sappho but she found it strangely
fascinating nonetheless.
But as her fascination
began to wane and she was contemplating moving on something else happened to
peak her interest, another party joined the fun.
It was a strikingly
good looking man dressed as a priest and Maria and the nun took turns in
sucking his cock, this was a very exciting turn of events but unfortunately she
was not alone in the room and therefore couldn’t express herself in the way she
had earlier in the day.
So after she had seen
him cream pie both girls she got up and left, as did one or two others, but she
wasn’t sure they had left for the same reason as she.
As they came out of
the room Polly held the door for those following, and it was the first time she
saw Geoff Bolden,
Polly did not engage
in conversation however she was only interested in engaging her finger with her
pussy.
After a hot and horny
afternoon she thought she needed to cool her ardour so she texted her brother.
“I’m going for a swim”
Polly had already been
upstairs and got her one piece bathing costume, flicked herself off and changed
her knickers again and was on her way back down before Paul had even reach
their suite but he very soon joined her after about half an hour they decided
to take a turn in the Jacuzzi.
While they were sat in the bubbling water
they chatted about the facilities and Paul eventually admitted that he’d spent
most of his time in the library.
“The library?” she exclaimed
“Yes”
“I didn’t bring you here so you could read”
she scolded
“But I like to read, it broadens the mind” he
said
“You should have seen the things that I’ve
seen if you want to broaden your mind” she pointed out and then blushed
“Why? What have you seen?” he asked, suddenly
curious
“I’m not telling what I’ve seen” she said as
her face went bright red “You need to go and look for yourself”
When she finished talking she dunked her head
under the water to cool herself down.
They sat in silence for the next 10 minutes
until Paul said
“I’m sorry”
“That’s ok” she replied “I just thought on your first time at somewhere
different you would find something more imaginative to do than sit in the
library”
They had been joined by a third party the very very tall young man who had been in the same voyeur
room as Polly.
After a few minutes he
suddenly asked
“Forgive me for
eavesdropping but did I hear you say this is your first time?”
“That’s right” she
replied
“Mine too” he said “it
was a present, to “bring me out of myself””
“Was the gift from a
well-meaning sister by any chance?” Paul asked with a grin
“No my father in law,
well ex father in law”
“Mine was an “I know
you’re divorced but get back in the game” kind of gift”
“I’m still here” she
pointed out
“So are you brother
and sister then?” he asked hopefully
“Yes” Polly said and
he seemed to receive her answer well.
Introductions followed
and it turned out that his name was Geoff Bolden and he was a few months older than Polly and
more importantly was taller than her and taller men always made her feel really feminine..
“So what was your gift
for?” she asked “Are you divorcee as well?”
“No” he said and Polly
found herself disappointed
“I’m a widower” he
added
It turned out that
Geoff was on his own at the Hotel and
Paul had noticed a
little bit of a spark between his sister and him, and there was a glow about
her that he hadn’t seen in her for a very long time.
Of course he didn’t
realize that the radiance was due mainly to the fact that she’d been frigging
herself like crazy all day.
But not being privy to
Polly’s recent habitual masturbation he suggested they have dinner together
because he was sure they liked each other.
Paul was correct she
did like him and he liked her in fact to such an extent that they ended up in
Paul’s beloved library in the early hours of the morning where to her delight
he knelt behind her and did her on all fours on the library floor.
After that first night
when they defiled the library, Geoff took her to his bed and their relationship
blossomed further when they had breakfast together the next morning.
“I’m supposed to go
home today” she said, Polly had only booked in for two days to make sure Paul
enjoyed himself and she ended up enjoying herself more.
“Do you have to?” he
asked
“Do you want me to stay
then?”
“Of course I do” Geoff
said “I thought you would have known that”
“I hoped” Polly
replied
“So will you stay
then?”
“Yes” she replied
“But…”
“But what?”
“I need more clothes”
Polly said “I only packed for two days, I even had to wash my stockings this
morning”
“So you’re wearing
stockings again?” he asked
“Steady tiger” she
said “Focus on the problem in hand”
“Yes sorry” he said
“but I love you in stockings”
“Yes I remember” she
said and kissed him
“Well there might be
some shops in the village” he suggested “or the Hotel might have a laundry
service”
“Clever and sexy”
Polly said and kissed him again and then she noticed a pile of information
leaflets at the end of the table,
“Perhaps there’s
something in here that will tell us”
They picked up a
leaflet each and started reading
“Nothing on this one”
she said
“Nor this” Geoff added
so they picked up another one each
“Here we are, there’s
no laundry service, but there is costume department were you can choose
whatever clothes you want”
“What about undies?”
she asked “I’m not wearing second hand knickers”
“There is a shop on
the ground floor that sells, and I quote “Underwear, hosiery and accessories” I’m
not sure what the last part refers to” he said “but you can buy knickers”
“Good” she responded
but then she was distracted
“So what are you
reading that’s so interesting?” Geoff asked
“It’s a list of
positions” she replied
“Really?” he asked
bemused “what kind of position?”
Polly didn’t reply she
just gave him a look and then the penny dropped
“Oh “positions” he
said “which ones?”
“The sultry saddle,
the squat, scissors, Face to face
The spider, cowgirl,
reverse cowgirl, edge of heaven, splitting the cicada, sexy spoons, galloping
horse, good spread, kneeling fox, melody maker, man trap, magic bullet,
slippery nipple, lust and thrust, the organ grinder, wraparound, lap love, the
cat, the bridge, high dive and the shoulder stand”
“God so many?” he said
“That’s just the
abridge list” she said
“Are there pictures?”
Geoff asked
“Oh yeah” she replied
with a leer and let him look as well
“My God, whatever happened to “Doggie” and
“Missionary”” he asked
“Well if you remember we did them already”
she said and blushed
“How could I forget” he said and they kissed
passionately
“Shall we go?”
“Yes please” Polly replied and then almost as
an afterthought she added “bring the list”
As they walked down the hall holding hands he
said
“Do you want to go to the shop first?”
“Definitely not” she replied “I don’t think I
need to worry about knickers at the moment”
When she realised that she had said
it out loud she went scarlet and buried her head in his neck and he put his arm
around her.
Polly and Geoff became
a couple after their stay in Pangmere and they bought a house together in
Sharpington and treated themselves to one long weekend a month at the House of
Fun where they would choose a different position from the brochure and they
were progressing through the list very nicely and even added a few variants of
their own, but whichever position they executed it always had their own special
ingredient, love.
However just before
Christmas, Geoff surprised her with a special gift, it was for a three day, two
nights Christmas break and included dressing up and the use of the roleplaying
rooms.
Polly was absolutely
thrilled she couldn’t think of a better prelude to Christmas than being banged
in a variety of position while wearing a costume or as Geoff preferred to think
of them, uniforms.
He’d had her as a
Doctor, Nurse, French Maid, Roman Slave Girl, Police Woman and a Schoolgirl.
The latter one he had
done on numerous occasions and it never got old, and every time he thought to
himself as he waited for outside the costume department.
“I do love a girl in
uniform”
He thought it was
probably just a man thing but uniforms got Polly wet as well, and it wasn’t just
her after all women go mad for a fireman, and Geoff had fucked Polly as a
fireman, and a policeman.
So it wasn’t just Geoff
or indeed men in general both of them thought uniforms were Phwoah, and sex in
uniforms was ecstasy.
After all if it wasn’t
a turn on the House of Fun wouldn’t have a costume department.
They alternated who
would dress up and they took it in turns to choose the outfits and Polly was
the next to choose.
They both had the week
before Christmas off, so they checked in on the 22nd and would check
out on Christmas Eve and be in their own home for Christmas Day.
They got to Pangmere
early, which was normal for them and left their bags in the room and went for a
mooch around.
They walked down the
corridor and she paused by the door to one of the voyeur rooms
“I need to pee” she
said “go in and I’ll just be a minute”
Polly headed to the
nearest toilet, so Geoff went inside and sat down and looked through the glass
into an empty room.
With nothing to watch
he found himself wishing he’d gone with her, not because he needed a piss but
because he would have liked to watch.
He’d seen her pissing
a few times before, normally when she didn’t know or when she was tipsy.
Why did he think
watching her piss was so exciting? He didn’t know the answer to the question,
but it was exciting and as if to underline the fact he was getting a semi.
He never used to get
aroused by such things, but since he had been with Polly everything turned him
on.
Suddenly the door
opened and Polly appeared, she closed the door behind her and slipped the bolt
and as she walked towards him he noticed she was holding her knickers and
tights in her hand,
“What did you take those
off for?” he asked
“Why do you think?”
she answered
“Did you pee on them?”
”No I didn’t pee on them,” she said indignantly as she sat down
“I took them off so we
can have sex” she corrected him and then she kissed him and put her hand on his
semi.
“God it doesn’t take
much to get you going you does it?”
Polly said and
unzipped his fly and yanked his cock out before she went down on him and sucked
on him hard
When she came up for
air he asked
“Remind me why we’re
having sex in hear when we can do it upstairs in less than ten minutes”
“Because I’m horny
now” she said wriggling out of her dress
“No self-control” he
told her
“That’s rich” she
retorted pulling off her sweater
“I was frigid until I
met you”
“God I’ve created a
monster,” he said sucking her tits while slipping two fingers into her and she
was already syrupy so it didn’t take long until she shuddered and juddered at
his fingering.
That did it for her,
not only could she not wait until they got to the room for a good fuck but she
couldn’t wait for extended foreplay either.
Geoff was sitting in
the middle of the back row of seats virtually trouser-less and sporting a large
erection still wet with her saliva as she stood up.
Polly was not a big
unit but she was a tall girl and she was sidling between him and the seats in
front like a cinema latecomer trying to get to her seat.
For some reason she
wanted to be on the other side of him before they continued, he didn’t know nor
understand her rationale and to be honest he didn’t really care.
But when she was at
the zenith above his lap he caressed her gorgeous exposed buttocks and gripping
her hips he pulled her downwards until her tight pussy enveloped him and she
was squatting on his shaft.
Polly gripped the
backrests of the seats in front as she rose and fell on him, rising to the very
tip of him on the up stroke and using every inch of his shaft on the down and
the wonderfully dirty noises echoed around the room.
But despite her
obvious ecstasy she lost none of her rhythm and her stamina showed no signs of
wavering as she rode him right up to the point his aching balls were fit to
burst and as he gripped her bony hips she milked him dry.
She finally relaxed
breathless onto his lap and leaned back against him.
“Now we can go to the
room” she said
“I do love a girl in
uniform” he thought to himself every time he saw a girl leave the costume
department.
He was waiting in the
corridor outside while Polly got kitted out.
They alternated who
would dress up and they took it in turns to choose the outfits and Polly was
the next to choose.
He couldn’t think of a
better Christmas present than to bang the woman he loved in a variety of
positions while she was wearing a costume or as Geoff preferred to think of
them, uniforms.
He’d had her as a
Doctor, Nurse, French Maid, Roman Slave Girl, Police Woman and a Schoolgirl.
The latter one he had
done on numerous occasions and it never got old, and every time he thought to
himself as he waited for outside the costume department.
He thought it was
probably just a man thing but uniforms got Polly wet as well, and it wasn’t just
her after all women go mad for a fireman, and Geoff had fucked Polly as a fireman,
and a policeman.
So it wasn’t just
Geoff or indeed men in general both of them thought uniforms were Phwoah, and
sex in uniforms was ecstasy.
After all if it wasn’t
a turn on the House of Fun wouldn’t have a costume department.
Sometimes it was Hobsons
Choice for Polly due to her height, not that the costume department didn’t
cater for various sizes it was just that if another tall skinny bird got there
before her then she was out of luck.
She didn’t mind really
she just liked dressing up and playing games.
The nature of the
costume wasn’t that important whatever she wore would get him hard and her wet.
Polly emerged from the
costume department wearing the dress uniform of The Downshire Light Infantry.
He thought she looked
great in the tailored skirt and tunic, with shiny brass buttons and polished
belt, peaked cap and seamed stockings.
But what made Polly
even sexier, was that he knew how gorgeous she was beneath it.
“I really do like a
bird in uniform” he thought to himself as he watched her walk towards him and
out loud he said.
“Phwoah! Is all I’ve
got to say”
“So where do you want
to deploy me sir?” she asked and threw him a salute.
“Well Private I think
we should do a recce for a suitable location which will suit your particular strengths”
“Yes sir” she said and
saluted again
About five minutes
later she suddenly turned left down an unfamiliar corridor.
“This way, it’s a
short cut,” she said
“Is it?” he replied
doubtfully “To where?”
“Trust me I’m a
soldier” she said and marched off at pace and then pausing just long enough so
he could see where she went, she opened a door and walked in.
When he got to her
last known position, he found that it was the door to playroom 6, which was
called “The Playground”.
“What the hell does
that mean?” he asked himself, after all at the House of Fun it could mean
anything.
He opened the door and
tentatively stepped inside, smiled and said.
“So that’s what it
means”
The room was actually
a Playground, complete with seesaw, climbing frame, roundabout and of course
swings, and that was where Polly was, playing on the swings.
Playroom 6 was
actually a Playground, complete with seesaw, climbing frame, roundabout and of
course swings, and that was where Polly was, playing on the swings.
“Oh very grown up” he
said as she propelled herself with great aplomb.
Geoff just stood and
watched her until she allowed her momentum to slow and then she leant back and
with great athleticism swung her legs up and hooked her ankles around the
chains like a trapeze artist.
This allowed her skirt
to fall away from her thighs, much to his delight, so he walked towards her
until he was positioned where he had the best view between her legs as she
swung gently back and forth.
Although he had a
tantalising view he brought her to a stop by grabbing her ankles and then ran
his hands down the inside of her legs all the way down to her groin.
This met with murmurs
of approval from Polly so he proceeded to find the waistband of her tights and
yanked them off her cute arse along with her wet white knickers.
“My mum was right
about blokes like you” she said, “I’m pleased to say”
Having tugged her
tights and drawers up around her knees Geoff knelt on the ground with her moist
hairy pussy before him, he pushed her skirt aside so he could properly
appreciate her minge from an unfamiliar angle.
It was a most
aesthetically pleasing view, of neatly trimmed bush and her soft moist lips and
as his lips moved to touch hers he thought the flesh was the most sensuous his
lips had ever tasted, but he thought that every time.
He gently pulled her
lips apart with his thumbs and opened her like a flower and then he tongued the
moist pink flesh inside and she moaned in a hot velvety purr, a sound she
repeated as he continued to work on her with his tongue until her back arched
and the divine velvet purr turned into a course gravelly growl.
He lifted his head
from her juicy lips and thought it an appropriate moment to release his throbbing
cock from its confines.
Polly growled again as
he slipped his purple helmet between her syrupy lips and as soon as he was
completely immersed in her hot juicy minge he used the swing to slide her on
and off of his cock extracting dirty whorish moans with each penetration.
As she reached the
abyss, the chains were rattling and the mechanism squeaking before Polly let
out a long loud, sensual, erotic and downright dirty moan as her back ached and
he jerked and spasm’d inside her.
After a minute or two
of relishing the moment he withdrew from her cunny and stowed the sticky beast.
As Polly raised
herself up her fanny farted and they both laughed then she unfurled her legs
from the chains.
She sat up straight
and wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him.
“Well that will do to
be going on with,” she said
“Perhaps I could give
you another instalment in the barracks tonight” he suggested
“That sounds really
dirty” she replied “I can’t wait”
“Cool” Geoff said
Polly kissed him again
and then she stood up and pulled up her knickers and tights and when she had
finished rearranging her underclothes she said
“Private Russell ready
for action sir”
“Right soldier I need
you upstairs double quick time” Geoff ordered
“Yes sir” she replied
coming to attention
“But I need to report
to the Quartermaster stores first”
“Why?”
“I need to change out
of my dress uniform sir” she retorted
“But I love you in
that uniform” he whispered
“And you’ll love me in
the next one” she quietly replied
“Ok private report to
the Quartermaster and draw your battledress” he barked “and report back to me
on the double”
“Yes sir” she replied
and marched out.
Geoff followed her out
into the corridor and watched her march back to the costume department and he
said to himself
“God I love my girl in
a uniform”
He thought as they
were walking back to the Costume Department, he didn’t care if it was or wasn’t
a man thing but he knew it was a Geoff thing and it was a Polly thing because
he’d heard her go on about fireman a lot and generally had a wistful look in
her eye when doing so.
But what he knew for
certain sure was when Polly Russell was dressed in a uniform she was Phwoah.
He waited with nervous
anticipation in the hall wondering what
Polly had in store for
him next and he could feel the first tingles of arousal at the prospect of
unwrapping her, when she suddenly appeared and Polly’s uniform was well, as
uniforms go not the sexiest, it wasn’t the tailored skirt and tunic, with shiny
brass buttons and polished belt, peaked cap and seamed stockings.
It was yomping boots,
combat trousers, battle dress jacket, and beret, although he was still hoping
for khaki knickers.
But he thought a
uniform is a uniform and at the end of the day it was Polly inside it.
“Come on then soldier
back to HQ” he ordered
“Yes sir” she replied
When they got to their
room he opened the door and let Polly inside and as soon as they got inside she
bent down and began unlacing her boots.
He sat on the end of
the bed and looked at her and said
“Don’t stop there
private”
“Sir” she said and
moved to remove her beret.
“No! That stays” he
barked
“Yes sir” she complied
and removed her belt instead, followed by her battledress and combat trousers.
“That will do for now”
he said after she removed her socks and she stood in front of him wearing only
a Khaki vest, matching boxer shorts and dog tags around her neck and of course
her beret.
Geoff was very aroused
and as he looked at Polly he could see that she was too, under her vest her
nipples stood proud on her unfettered breasts and there was a growing damp
patch on the crotch of her boxers.
Polly was also
fidgety, constantly transferring her weight from one foot to the other.
“Are you ready to go
on manoeuvres?” he asked
“Yes sir” she barked
“I’m ready sir”
“Then we’d better not
waste any more time then” he said and she walked towards him and they kissed.
Her body was lithe, and
firm in his arms and his arousal grew
“Where do want me
sir?” the dirty soldier asked and threw a salute
“I think I want you on
the bed soldier” he replied “on the double”
And she turned on her
heels jumped onto the bed and he stood up and quickly discarded his clothes and
when he was wearing only one sock and his pants Polly was stood on the bed
facing him and pulled the vest off over her head and he smiled as her breasts
rearranged themselves before his eyes.
“I’m not sure if this
is acceptable behaviour under Queens Regulations” she said as he removed his
errant sock
“This could be a Court
Martial offence”
“I am willing to take
that risk” he said as he dropped his pants
“I’m not sure if I am”
she responded and jumped off the bed but never stopped looking at his erection
Geoff’s pants were
around his ankles and he lifted one foot out of the leg and kicked them at her
face, Poppy threw out a hand to catch them and in that split second of
distraction he closed the distance between them and manhandled her on to the
bed.
“That’s dirty
fighting” she yelped as he got her on her back and pinned her there.
“Well GI Jane what are
you going to do now?” he asked holding her immobilized on the bed
“I’m going to let you
fuck me,” she said and he kissed her and her tongue was in his mouth in an
instant darting in and out as his hand released its grip on her wrist and
instead grasped one of her firm breasts.
Her arms were around
him then, her hands caressing his torso as he played with her nipple.
He stopped kissing her
and she licked her lips and he began kissing his way down her skin from her
neck to her pink proud nipple.
Geoff licked her
areola before taking the teat between his lips and sucking on it noisily.
Polly wriggled beneath
him and murmured contentedly as he suckled and her chest was rising and falling
as her heart pounded in his ear.
With a slurp he
released her swollen misshapen nipple and his lips began their journey south,
kissing along the rim of her rib cage and down across her belly, and gave a
flick of his tongue in her belly button and she squirmed.
He was knelt on the
floor between her legs looking up at her, Polly’s head turned was to one side,
mouth open, eyes closed, and her tongue constantly licking her lips in
anticipation.
Geoff reached up his
hands to her belly and slipping his fingers between the waistband of her boxers
and her quivering flesh and he tugged them gently over her hips and off her
firm round buttocks and slowly down her thighs towards her knees and then they
slipped easily passed her ankles.
Polly was naked and
stretched out before him, if she was at all self-conscious she didn’t show it.
She just squirmed a
little and continued licking her lips, and he was about to do the same.
He pushed her knees
slightly apart and leant forward and starting where he had left off he kissed
his way down from her navel to her silky belly and then to her hairy mound.
Polly spread her thighs
invitingly and there was her perfect moist pussy and moist luscious lips and as
his lips moved to touch hers they opened like a piece of ripe fruit he opened
her with his tongue and she moaned in a hot velvety purr, a sound repeated
often as he worked on her wet pussy with his tongue until her back arched, her
fanny farted and the velvet purr became a gravelly growl.
Polly sat up and lifting
his head from her juicy lips she kissed him and her spare hand began tugging on
his cock.
As she kissed him he pushed
her thighs wide open and let her guide his purple head between her moist lips
and as soon as he could feel her syrupy juice around the head of his cock he
thrust his pelvis forward and he was in her.
She stopped kissing
him and let out the dirtiest whorish moan he’d ever heard, and he hoped it
wouldn’t be the last.
Polly wrapped her arms
around his neck, and her face was pressed against his and he could feel every
moan that came from her as well as hearing it, he thought that was incredibly
sensual, dirty and pure at the same moment.
Polly’s thighs
squeezed his hips in response to every thrust, but the soldier was tiring and
she released her grip from around his neck and fell backward onto the bed, her
thighs still gripped on to him however and now her legs wrapped around his
arse.
Polly’s head was
rolling back and forth and she was moaning almost continually, her hands had
grasped handfuls of duvet as she writhed and wriggled before him and he was
close, so very close, he slid his hands along her soft skin and cupped her full
round breasts as he rushed headlong to the point of ecstasy, and then with one
final nerve tingling thrust, Polly arched her back and growled out in climax as
he jerked, spasm’d and spaffed.
“Booyah” he barked to
the naked panting creature before him and Polly laughed between the panting and
her pussy muscles jiggled his cock, which made him laugh.
In the afterglow on
that December afternoon they cuddled under the duvet very snug and smug.
“Can I stay in your quarter’s
tonight sir?” She asked
“Of course private” he
replied and kissed her head
“So I should think”
she said and they fell asleep but awoke two hours later refreshed and horny.
The morning after their
very memorable military manoeuvers they were sitting in their room wearing only
bathrobes eating their room service scrambled eggs on toast and drinking
coffee.
After they’d finished
eating he cleared the plates away and put the tray outside the door while Polly
sat finishing her coffee.
As he walked back to
where she was sitting she said
“Thanks for letting me
stay last night sir”
“My pleasure private”
he replied and leant over and kissed her head,
“Mine as well” she said
looking up at him and smiling as she undid the belt on his robe.
Polly reached inside and she began gently tugging on him before he felt
delicate soft kisses on his sensitive knob as her tongue flicked around his
helmet in quick feather light licks.
All at once in one
smooth slurping instant he was in her mouth and
Geoff looked down to
see her head rising and falling on his cock as she went down on him.
he could
feel Polly’s fingers still caressing his
shaft gently and
he looked down just as his glistening wet knob reappeared accompanied by a
sucking sound, she looked up and smiled lustfully before she devoured him again with her hot mouth,
He could
see the bulge of his cock in her cheek as she sucked on him.
Geoff was
caressing the back of her head and he was fast approaching the point of no
return so he pulled out of her mouth to the sound of lip smacking and slurping.
“I think we need to
redeploy this little soldier,” he said looking down at his saliva soaked cock.
“Yes sir” Polly said
standing to attention and throwing an exaggerated salute before crawling on the
bed and knelt with her pussy on display and ready for mounting.
After he had pounded
her pussy from behind on the bed to yet another toe curling orgasm they had a
nice relaxing bath together to recharge the batteries for later.
Most of the morning
had gone by the time they were dressed so they decided on an early lunch to
take on fuel for their next session before taking the uniform back, complete
with heavily soiled boxers, to the costume department.
Strictly speaking it
was Geoff’s turn to choose the costumes for the next game but as Polly had
performed so exquisitely well as part the armed forces Geoff thought she
deserved a reward and let her choose again and even chose a costume for him.
Polly kissed him
passionately when he told her but in the end Polly thought he deserved a prize
for making her cum so many times so she dressed as a schoolgirl, complete with
navy blue knickers and pigtails and to reward herself she chose the Santa suit
for him.
Being fucked by Father
Christmas was a fantasy she’d had since she was a girl.
When Santa arrived at
the end of her bed she planned for him to empty his sack in her.
