Choice Tales from the Vale – (292) Auto Suggestion

 

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

 

Colin Wild was the Curate of St Timothy’s in Great Trotwood and he was conducting a rather salacious affair with a wealthy married woman, Candice Robinson, whose husband was a local bigwig.

“Hello darling” she said when he picked up the phone

“Tongues have been wagging about the length of time a tall leggy brunette spent in your house on Friday afternoon”

“Really?” he said and then after a brief pause she added

“Until it immerged that you had been discussing the refurbishment of the church roof”

“People have nasty minds” he responded

“Maybe people suspect you might have a darker side” Candy suggested

“And she’s a very good looking woman, if I were a man I certainly would”

“Candy?” he said in a shocked tone and they both laughed.

“That’s an amazingly sexy image you’ve put in my head by the way” he said

“Really” she responded “and how is that sexy image affecting you?”

“Why don’t we meet in the usual place in ten minutes and you can see for yourself” he said

“I was hoping you’d say that” Candy said “So hold that thought, I’m on my way” 

The “usual” place was in a little carpark in a quiet wood on the outskirts of Little Trottwood and as it happened Candice got there first and had already removed her underclothes by the time the Curate got there.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (291) The Collector

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re incorrigible,” she said

“Is that a maybe?” he asked

Unmoved by his enquiry she shook her head disappointedly.

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

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

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

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

“Don’t you dare?” she said laughing

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re not having the new ones”

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

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

 

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

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

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

“I always feel good afterwards” she whispered

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

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

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

Choice Tales from the Vale – (290) Family Affairs

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you being good?”

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

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

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

“I will” he said

“Promise?”

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

“Ok, bye, love you”

“I love you too” he said and hung up.

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

Choice Tales from the Vale – (289) New Year’s Daisy

 

The New Year was just around the corner for the inhabitants of Highfinch, which nestled on the edge of the Pepperstock Hills where the Lily Green Hollows Golf Club separated the village from the Hamlet of Lily Green, which made up the parish of St Martins Church and between Lily Green and the sleepy hamlet of Kingfisherbridge was where Peter Addison lived with his wife Pippa.

She worked at the Golf Club as bar manager and although the Addison’s generally enjoyed New Year’s Eve and they would have much preferred to have spent the evening together but as there was a big do on that night, working at the club was a very good earner and as manager she could easily earn four times what she would normally expect on the night of a function, so she choose to work.

With her wages for the night and her share of the tips she would earn enough to put a decent amount towards the holiday they were planning.

For Peter’s part he had New Year’s Eve off but he was working a double shift the next day caddying for the well-heeled golfers.

 

So they had a meal together and then he drove her to work kissed her and headed towards home.

Peter really loved Pippa in fact he was very much in love with her and their sex life was outstandingly good, but that alas wasn’t enough for him so he fished his phone from his pocket and selected a number.

“Hi Daisy, do you want to come out and play?”

 

Daisy was Pippa’s cousin, who Peter to considered to have been endowed with the perfect trifecta of qualities, a stellar body, low morals and an insatiable appetite.

So there was no way he was going to be settling down to a quite evening on his own.

He couldn’t have a drink because he was driving to the club to pick Pippa up in the early hours but he didn’t need intoxicants when Daisy was in the house and he was in her and he had enjoyed her tidy bod twice, once either side of Big Ben striking 12, the second time draped over the back of the leather sofa.

 

It was one thirty on New Year’s morning when he drove Daisy home after their wonderful New Year’s Eve entertainments.

After kissing an exhausted Daisy goodnight and dropping her outside her house he drove to the Club to pick Pippa up from work and she was also exhausted but for totally different reasons and she went straight to bed when they got home.

Peter decided to tidy up in the lounge before he joined her and it’s a good job that he did, as the back of the sofa was very sticky from Daisy’s secretions, and there were more glasses in circulation than was to be reasonable expected for someone who spent the evening alone and Daisy’s moist knickers were still on the floor.

Peter washed up the glasses, took a damp cloth to Daisy’s sticky deposits and stuffed her panties in his jacket pocket.

“New Year, Old me” he mused before he joined Pippa in bed.

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Choice Tales from the Vale – (287) New Year’s Eve

 

I was 18 years old and it was the first New Year’s Eve to hold any deep significance for me, it was the first time that I was old enough to be invited to the Country Club Fancy Dress Ball and it was also the night of my sexual awakening. 

It was about ten minutes after the singing of Auld Lang Syne and I had gone out onto the terrace for some fresh air, as my first ever experience of champagne had gone straight to my head. 

I had been there for about ten minutes and was just about to return to the party when I met the Black Widow coming the other way, or rather Alexa Norris dressed as the Black Widow.

“Hello darling” she said “Haven’t you grown”

Alexa Norris and her sister Carla were friends of my mother and were godparents to me and my twin sister, and were dripping with sexuality and I had always been attracted to them and all my earliest wet dreams involved them and so did my fantasies, but they were just that, fantasies, or so I thought.

Alexa was draped in sensual black silk and lace and little else apparently as the cold night air had erected her nipples to such an extent that I fully expected them to break through the silk

“Oh you like them do you?” she asked when she realised what I was looking at

“Yyyyes” I stammered

“I wonder how much” she mused as her eyes fell to the site of a definite lump in my Toga

“Quite a lot apparently” she giggled and as her lace clad hand settled on the lump I swallowed hard and my cock twitched, which made her giggle again.

“I was just going back in” I said falteringly

“Oh I don’t think you want to do that” she said and steered me to a more shadowy part of the terrace and pushed me back against the wall with one hand while the other one went up under my toga.

And in a moment she had extricated my cock from my pants and began to play with it deliciously

“You really have grown haven’t you?”

I was so aroused that had I been attending to myself I would have cum very quickly, but her expert handling of my cock kept me going, as she was wanking me in her lace gloved hand, taking me close as she held me in her experienced hand, she took me expertly to the very brink of blissful release time and time again only to let my passion recede until on the last time she let me explode into the darkness.

“There you are sis” a voice said and when I opened my eyes to look I saw it was Alexa’s sister Carla, who also oozed sexuality dressed as snow white

“Oh and I see you’ve found someone to play with” she said and looked first at my face and then at my receding erection

“Oh dear I seem to have missed all the fun, well that won’t do” she said and Snow White fell to her knees in front of me and greedily swallowed my cock.

 

That was my first real sexual experience and I’m pleased to say that it was not the last time that the Norris sisters indulged their sexual appetites with me, but I’ll save those stories for another time.

 

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

 

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

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

The banging continued and then it suddenly dawned on him.

“Nurse” he shouted

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

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

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

“No” he said, “That’s the nurse”

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where are we going?” she asked in alarm

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

Then he kissed her and left her to it.

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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