Diana's Guest House Pt. 02

Diana's guest house part two

Author's note: this is the sequel to 'Diana's guest house'. I recommend that you read that before this story. All characters in this story are over eighteen, and all acts are consensual. Any reference to a business is fictional. I love getting feedback and having conversations, so feel free to get in touch. HG xx.

Diana sat in Solent View's walled garden, enjoying the warm sunshine of an early summer's day on the south coast of England. She closed her eyes and turned her face to the sun, basking in its rays, which were strong at this time of year.

She was exhausted, even though it was only one o'clock, because she'd just finished doing all of the bedrooms, ready for the next set of guests later that afternoon. On some days, she had help from girls who came in to clean, change sheets and restock each room with tea, coffee and bottles of water, but not today.

"You need to slow down, my love," she said to herself out loud. She turned to look once more at the newly completed ground floor extension, which had only been finished three weeks previously. Diana had decided that her private living accommodation needed to be larger, and had engaged Eddie, her preferred builder, to carry out the work.

Ah, Eddie, she thought, and smiled to herself. She had become very fond of Eddie ever since he and his men completed a full top-to-bottom renovation of the guest house around one year ago. Eddie was two years older than Diana, and she fancied him from the moment she saw him. They had become lovers, although Eddie did not want any sort of permanent relationship.

When she had first had sex with Eddie, she was still grieving for the loss of her husband, Alan, and had felt a little guilty about sleeping with someone else. However, she knew that Alan wanted her to be happy; she had his blessing, she believed. She used to think about Alan every day, but now he entered her mind infrequently.

It wasn't that she had forgotten him. She would never forget her years with him, but her life had moved on, and she had exploded sexually in a way that she never had when she was with Alan. Diana had become a horny landlady, and regularly slept with any guest that she wanted to, provided that they felt the same, which many did.

As she sipped her coffee, she felt a tingle in her pussy as she remembered the three Scottish brothers who stayed at Solent View during their round Britain charity cycle ride shortly before Christmas last year. Diana had enjoyed a red hot night with them, the highlight being when all three of her holes were fucked at the same time. God, how she would love to do that again.

Diana contemplated pleasuring herself there and then. Eddie had mixed his highly capable building work with several forays to her bedroom, and his sexual demands had only intensified Diana's own level of desire. He was good with his hands in every sense. She felt aroused for much of the time, and now she had the chance to take the edge off in the privacy of her garden.

Since the summer had arrived, Diana had taken to wearing a light top with a bra to support her full, heavy breasts, and a knee length skirt with no panties. This allowed her to reach down and play with her smooth, shaved pussy lips at any time, something that she often did.

She put down her coffee mug and reached under her skirt. Her pussy lips were slick with her secretions, and felt smooth and elastic to the touch. "Mmmm, why not?" she murmured to herself. At that moment, her phone, which she'd left in the kitchen, announced an incoming call. "Typical!" she exclaimed, and bustled inside to answer the call.

The phone display indicated that the caller was Diana's sister, Margaret. As she picked up the phone, Diana sighed. She had known that Margaret had been deeply unhappy in her marriage to Gerald for some time, and had left him earlier in the year. Diana expected yet another phone call with Margaret wailing on about how awful her life was and what a rotten husband Gerald had turned out to be.

"Hey, Sis," Margaret began. She sounded much chirpier than usual. "I hope I haven't interrupted anything." Margaret was well aware of Diana's penchant for having sex with her guests, and had expressed her disapproval in the past. Diana was sure, however, that Margaret was actually envious, especially since she'd confided in Diana that Gerald did not excel in the bedroom, to put it mildly.

"Actually, Mags, I was just about to give myself a nice little orgasm in the garden," Diana replied. She had always been very open with Margaret about all matters of a sexual nature. "And no, before you ask, no guests were involved. It was a little bit of me time," she added.

"Oh, shit, sorry, my love," Margaret said, brushing her sister's comment aside. "The thing is, Di, my friend Jenny has asked me to move out from here. She's got a new man in her life, and wants to ask him to live with her, so she needs me out of the way." Jenny had kindly offered to share her house with Margaret when she decided to leave Gerald.

Diana knew what was coming next. Margaret had seen the finished extension, and was aware that it was spacious and, crucially, self-contained. It had a bathroom, its own entrance door, and an open plan design that included a sleeping area, a space for dining, a kitchen and a living space. Diana had furnished it, even including a wall-mounted television, king-sized bed and seating. It was ready to be occupied.

"Oh, Mags, what a pity," teased Diana. "You'll be homeless, I suppose. Or you could always go back to Gerald, and his non-existent libido."

"Di, stop making fun of me, you cow!" shrieked Margaret. "You know perfectly well I can't go back to a man with the sex appeal of a dead fish! Sweetie, darling sister, can I come and live with you, please? Go on, it'll be fun, you know it will. And the extension is self-contained, so I won't be in your way."

Diana knew that she couldn't refuse her sister's request. She had considered letting the extension as a holiday apartment, but it would, she reflected, be nice to have someone to talk to on those evenings when she wasn't entertaining a guest. And once Margaret's house was sold and the divorce finalised, her sister would no doubt find somewhere else to live.

Two weeks later

Diana had finally cleared away all of her guests' breakfast dishes and settled their accounts. They had all departed, and she had the guest house to herself for a few hours. She decided to treat herself to a few squares of chocolate and a coffee, then remembered that there were two wine glasses in the extension. Disappointingly, none of Diana's guests the previous evening had made any advances towards her, despite her tight sweater and deep cleavage. She'd spent the evening with her sister instead.

As she entered the extension, she was surprised to see her sister still in bed. "Hey, lazybones, shouldn't you be at work?" asked Diana. "Are you feeling sick, or something?"

Margaret sat up straight, looking guilty. "Ah, yes, Sis, I've been meaning to tell you about this. I've sort of, well, how can I put this? Fuck it, I've been sacked, Di. There. Now you know."

Diana sat on the end of the bed, astonished. "What the hell? Why? I thought you liked that job!" she cried.

Margaret continued to look shifty. "I did, yes, but I had a blazing row with Carrie, the owner, and she told me I was fired. I mean, I did have a go at her over how she runs things, but it all got a bit personal. Imayhave called her a vindictive heartless bitch at one point. She didn't like it."

"Oh, Mags, honestly," sighed Diana. "What now? Have you got another job lined up? Or will I have to put you on the game, and be your madam?" Both women laughed; they had always been able to find humour in the face of adversity.

Margaret flashed a cunning smile at her sister. "So, I have a plan. Hear me out." She reminded Diana that the effort of preparing and clearing away breakfasts, the endless laundry, and keeping the guest house clean was becoming too much for her. "You're fifty-seven now, Di. You're not getting any younger. How about we share running this place between us? You won't need to pay for chambermaids to come in any more, because I can do that."

Diana considered Margaret's idea. It was true, she realised, that the physical demands of catering, cleaning and all the other chores were taking their toll on her. It would be great to have another pair of hands around, and would save money on hiring in agency staff. Margaret would live in the extension, so they wouldn't be tripping over one another, and her sister's company would be nice now and then.

"All right, Mags," she said. "Let's give it a go. I'll give you a four week trial, starting today. If you're no good, I will definitely make you go on the game, OK? Now, there's a load of housekeeping to do. Get your backside out of bed, lady!"

Two more weeks later

Diana and Margaret clinked wine glasses as they sat in Solent View's guest lounge. The ground floor of the guest house featured, in addition to Diana's private accommodation, two room for guests' use. One was the dining room where breakfast was served, and the other was the lounge in which they now sat.

The lounge contained two sofas and four comfortable armchairs, as well as a large bookcase, a wall-mounted TV screen, an MP3 player and loudspeakers, and a bar area complete with honesty box. Next to the bar was a big refrigerator, fully stocked with juices, beer, wine and cider. Guests were expected to pay for any drinks they consumed, or to request the amount owing be added to their bill.

Solent View did not offer evening meals, but there were several cafes, pubs and restaurants nearby. Diana had earlier prepared a meal for herself and Margaret, but had left the windows open in her living room to disperse the cooking smell. They'd decided to sit in the guest lounge and enjoy some white wine from the fridge.

"I think your new member of staff has been an excellent recruit, don't you, Di?" joked Margaret. "I mean, she's always on time, and works her butt off for no pay at all."

"True," replied her sister, "but she has the shortest commute in the world, and gets all her meals and accommodation free. Even the wine is included. But seriously, Sis, it's working well and it's nice having someone to talk to." They clinked glasses once more.

"I had thought I might cramp your style with the guests, if you know what I mean," Margaret said. "But you don't seem to be as hands on with them as I'd imagined."

"Well, you're not wrong there," replied Diana. "For some reason, the guests recently have not been at all interested in my extra services. I'm so bloody horny like you wouldn't believe. I mean, it's all right for you, Mags, you're not cursed with a rampant libido."

"Actually, Di," Margaret responded, "I haven't had sex of any sort for months. Gerald and I had virtually stopped doing it by the time I left. I wanted to, but he wasn't interested."

"Wait a minute, Madam," laughed Diana, "are you saying you're feeling frisky too? Gosh, I wasn't expecting that." They sipped their drinks, not quite knowing what to say.

Eventually, Margaret cleared her throat, looked her sister squarely in the eye, and said, "Di, I've always been honest with you, haven't I? The thing is, I'm really envious of your, shall we say, arrangements here. Sure, I was worried for you when I found out you were having sex with the guests, but now I'm here, free from Gerald, I'm quite excited at the idea. I'm feeling more horny than I have for years."

At that moment, one of the guests entered the room, having returned from his evening out. "Ladies, good evening, sorry to interrupt," he said. They both looked up to see Mr. Christie, who'd checked in earlier.

Jeremy Christie was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome. He was around six feet tall, had shoulder length dark hair, brown eyes, a rugged clean shaven chin and dazzling white teeth. Diana knew from his contact details that he was thirty years old, and was a sales manager for a company that imported domestic solar panels.

"Mr. Christie, welcome back," said Diana. "How was your evening? Did you try the Boathouse Café at Swanwick, as I suggested? This is my sister Mags, by the way."

"Hey Mags, lovely to meet you," Jeremy Christie replied, shaking her hand. "Yes, The Boathouse Café was lovely, really beautiful setting, so thanks for suggesting that. Can I get you ladies another drink? Oh, and call me Jez, please. Everyone does."

Jez selected a bottle of Chenin Blanc from the fridge, noting his purchase in the honesty book, and sat on the sofa facing the sisters. He unscrewed the cap and poured a generous measure into each glass. He noticed that Diana was wearing a low cut cream top, highlighting her impressive cleavage, high heels, black stockings and a black leather pencil skirt. Her sister wore a long, floaty summer dress. Very, very nice, he thought. Both of them.

"What brings you to Solent View, Jez?" asked Margaret. He explained that his job took him all over the country negotiating supply deals with installers. It was a massive growth area, because homeowners liked the idea of securing their own green electricity supply rather than relying on the grid. "I see," Margaret said, "you must be very persuasive, Jez. I bet you usually get what you want, am I right?"

"Well," he observed, relishing the fact that she was flirting with him, "that rather depends on what's on offer. I mean, I do like to leave the customer fully satisfied." He was quite clearly flirting in return with both women, and they knew it, but were enjoying what they heard and saw.

"Would you say that you have the right skills and experience to satisfy your customers, Jez?" asked Diana. "I mean, some of them must be very demanding, I imagine."

"I like to think so, yes," he answered. "I'm actually a fully qualified electrician, you see. It's what I did before moving into sales."

Diana saw her opportunity. "Are you really? That is interesting, because the extractor fan in my kitchen has stopped working. That's why I opened the windows in my living room. Is there any chance you could take a look at it now, do you think?"

"Sure, of course," he replied. "Lead the way. I'll bring the bottle, shall I?" The three of them made their way into Diana's private living space.

Margaret and Diana stood behind Jez as he stretched upwards to look at the extractor fan. He wore close fitting denim jeans, which showed off his firm buttocks, which both women admired. "Shall we?" Diana whispered to her sister, out of earshot of Jez. "He's gorgeous!" she added.

"What, both of us?" whispered Margaret in return. Her sister nodded.

Jez climbed down from the kitchen worktop. "Hold on a minute," he said, "there's an isolator switch right here that's in the 'off' position." He pressed the switch, moving it to the 'on' position, and the extractor fan whirred into life. He turned to face the sisters. "Sorted!" he exclaimed.

"Oh, you are a genius, thank you!" cried Diana. "I could kiss you. In fact, I will!" She walked the short distance to where Jez was stood, and kissed him on the lips. She kissed him again, hungrily, and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him towards her. Margaret moved behind him and ran her hands over his strong, masculine shoulders, as her sister kissed him and squeezed the bulging erection inside his jeans.

Margaret cupped her hands around his buttocks, then slapped each one. "Mmmm, nice and firm," she cooed. "I bet your thrusts pack a punch, don't they? Get your sexy bottom in the bedroom, Jez. We want to see what's inside those jeans." Diana led a grinning Jez by the hand to her bedroom, and told him to strip.

Jez lay back on Diana's bed, stroking his cock, enjoying the lustful looks both women were giving him. Diana slowly unbuttoned her top, gradually revealing her lacy push-up bra and soft, generous breasts. Her sister pulled her long dress over her head. Her tits were smaller and perkier than her sister's, and she wore no bra. No panties, either.

Diana unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the floor. "I'm going to leave my heels and stockings on, Jez," she breathed. "When I fuck, I like to wear them. And trust me, Jez, my sister and I are going to fuck you. A lot. Is that OK with you?"

As Diana unclasped her bra, her large, ripe breasts swung free. Jez was speechless. The two women were older than him, but to his eyes looked incredibly sexy. He'd had lots of girls, but Margaret and Diana were not girls. They werewomen. Horny, experienced women who knew what they wanted, and would take it from him.

Diana climbed onto the bed, and straddled Jez's rugged chest. She leaned forwards and dangled her breasts in his face. "Suck them, Jeremy, and bite my nipples," she instructed. "If you please me, I will sit on your face." Jez licked and sucked her big, soft breasts, and nipped at her nipples with this teeth. "Fuck that's nice," gasped Diana.

Diana turned around so that she was facing towards Jez's feet, and lowered her sopping wet pussy on to his face. He lapped at her pussy and slid his tongue along her slit, before swirling it around her asshole. Margaret straddled Jez, then eased his rock hard cock inside her pussy. Like her sister, she was completely hairless in that area.

The sisters smiled at each other as Margaret began to fuck Jez's cock, sliding up and down him, using her pussy muscles to masturbate him. "That's so good, Jez," Margaret panted, "give my tight cunt the fucking it needs. It's been so long."

Diana was rocking back and forth on Jez's face, smothering him with her wet pussy, and loving the feeling of her clit rubbing against his lips Her breathing deepened and became ragged, and she whimpered as her climax approached. Margaret was bouncing up and down on Jez's cock, moaning with pleasure as her pussy was stretched.

After several minutes of using the strong young man beneath them, the sisters knew they were close to release. "Oh god, Jez, I'm so close, keep licking and sucking me, baby" murmured Diana. Her eyes were closed and she threw back her head, savouring every second.

Diana opened her eyes, which triggered an orgasm for her sister as they locked eyes. "Yes, oh my god yes! Fuck, that's so good!" Margaret cried. "Shit, I need this so much. Keep going, don't stop, I'm, ah, aaah, mmmmm, ooooh, YESSSS!" she yelled, as a powerful orgasm pulsed through her, making her shudder and convulse with ecstasy.

Margaret's orgasm set Diana off, and she came too, squirting fluid like a fountain over Jez's face and neck. "Mmm, I love that, so good, baby. There! Right there! Keep doing that, oh, oh god, mmmm, SHIT!" she cried, juices flying everywhere.

Jez felt as if he'd died and gone to heaven. Two incredibly sexy sisters were using his cock and mouth to reach intense orgasms, and cumming almost in unison. It had to be the sexiest thing he'd ever done. It was all he could do to maintain control and stop himself cumming. He suspected the women were not finished with him.

He was right. Diana motioned Jez to stand up, as she got on all fours at the end of the bed, ass in the air. Margaret copied her. Jez stood, stroking his still-erect cock, marvelling at the pair of pussies and asses in front of him. "Do you want to fuck us some more, Jez?" asked Diana. "You do, don't you? Well, do it then."

Jez was a hungry man with a banquet laid out before him. He plunged his cock into Margaret's swollen pussy, relishing the way she pushed back at him, maximising his penetration. She squealed with delight as he pounded her for several minutes. "Fuck me hard, Jez," she urged. "The harder the better. I love it!"

After a few minutes, Jez pulled out of Margaret's pussy and thrust his cock inside Diana, who groaned with pleasure as her pussy was filled. "Oh my god, that feels nice," she gasped. "Your cock fits so good inside me. Stretch my cunt, Jez," she added, as Margaret watched, rubbing her own clit. Jez increased his pace, hammering into Diana.