Jack Arnold Writes…
The Outrageous Frankie and Dolores #12 — The Never-Ever Ending.
‘… and they all lived happily ever after. But that's not “The End”, how could it be.’
AUTHORS NOTE ABOUT THE CONTENT.
I hope you will enjoy this story.
It is appropriate to advise readers
'The Outrageous Frankie and Dolores’
does in parts contain details of explicit
sexual activity, and transgressive
behaviour.
It also freely uses sexual and gender
stereotypical descriptions of the
characters and their behaviour.
All of the sexual activity is completely
consensual, and the characters who take
part are always over the age of consent.
If this is not for you, turn the page and
move on. But if you are curious to know
what happens next, then I encourage you
to give this series a read.
It might just surprise you!
Greeting Chums,
So much has happened since Frankie and Dolores decided to live their lives without limits.
Fate led them to Belton Priory, a village in the middle of nowhere where Dolores’s cousin Bridget had bought the village pub. She offered Dolores work behind the bar, whilst she and Frankie, newly together as a couple, got on their feet. She also found them a little farm cottage to rent. Here they set up their first home together, and there was enough room for Dolores' daughter Niamh to come and live with them.
Frankie and Dolores got on really well with their farmer landlords, who offered them the use of the farm as a base for their new business for a very reasonable rent. The various events and enterprises which Frankie managed whilst Dolores concentrated on service delivery proved successful. With a lot of hard work and effort, the couple’s financial situation began improving. They were able to take advantage of a chance meeting in Spain, which gave them the opportunity to enjoy the sunshine and to expand their business further.
In the village, they made new friends. A local couple, Duncan and Erin, shared many of Frankie’s and Dolores’ interests. Erin introduced Dolores to the village women’s group, where they began running classes for the ladies in the afternoon. Duncan had the same passions as Frankie’s which the indulged together, and they all lived happily ever after.
THE END.
Well, that’s one version, here is another…
So much outrageous behaviour has happened since Frankie, and Dolores decided to live their lives without limits.
Fate led them to Belton Priory, a small village in the middle of nowhere, with plenty of sexually frustrated men and women desperately in need of the services Frankie and Dolores could provide.
It was also where Dolores’s cousin Bridget had bought the village pub. She offered Dolores work behind the bar; It was a chance for the two women to reignite their lifelong passion for each other, and to indulge in the ferocious sex battle they had been addicted to since adolescence.
The pub gave them the perfect stage to indulge their carnal desires in public, which was all part of the game for both women. They used the bar as a stage to flaunt and taunt each other in front of their customers. They also recruited and trained local women as barmaids and taught them all the skills needed to be the eye candy, and more.
Bridget found Frankie and Dolores a farm cottage to rent, where she and Frankie set up their first home together. There was enough room for Dolores’ daughter Niamh to come and live with them when she was home from university. Dolores and Niamh had a much closer relationship than just mother and daughter. They were like sisters, sisters who fucked each other, and they were both happy for Frankie to join in. As they played out, mummy, daddy and daughter, their ‘new-family’ fucking was breath-taking.
They all got on really well with their farmer landlords. Father, son, and aunt who were completely bisexual, and loved to fuck each other and anyone else they could lure to the farm. Quickly they discovered their new tenants were the perfect fit. When Frankie and Dolores explained how they were planning to earn their living fulfilling fantasies, they offered them the use of the farm as a base for their new business, for a very reasonable rent. Not cash, sex. Once a month, Frankie and Dolores and sometimes Niamh, when she was home, would spend the day being used in every way by the farmers.
At the farm, they began rolling out their various events and enterprises. Frankie managed, did the organising, and provided cock as required. Dolores concentrated completely on service delivery, and her fuck-rate was high. Niamh helped when she could, but quickly they needed recruit staff that met their customers’ expectations. Dolores had a knack for finding the right people. They began building up a customer base full of those who wanted to be taken to paradise. It all proved very successful and lucrative.
Camera club was popular from the start. They set up part of the barn as a photographic studio. Keen photographers paid a fee for a ‘session’. To begin with, it was Dolores and Niamh acted out the photographer’s fantasies, but increased the cast of models, both male and female as the popularity of this event increased from monthly to weekly events. There were plenty of villagers keen to perform for the cameras, especially for the fee Frankie paid, and he allowed the models to keep any money they earned by providing ‘extra’ services. “It’s what makes the world go round,” he would say.
The Gentlemen’s Evenings once a month at the nearby hotel was always sold out. Five men, or women, all with up to date sexual health certificates, paid a lot for three hours of unprotected, no holds barred sex with Dolores in front of an audience of twenty voyeurs. Over the three hours, Dolores went from a chic glamourous vamp to a used wanton whore screaming to be used. As you can imagine, the waiting list for tickets for both fuckers and watchers was months long. The streaming rights for each performance sold to an American porn network gave Frankie and Dolores the financial security they were looking for. Although Dolores always said she would happily do it for free!
They ploughed the money they earned back into the business, and began work at the farm to create a private swingers paradise, using the rambling farmhouse and its private walled gardens as the perfect, secluded backdrop of all sorts of naughtiness. But that’s another story.
With all this hard work, endeavour and enterprise, their financial situation began improving. So much so they felt confident enough to take advantage of a chance meeting in Spain, which gave them the opportunity to enjoy the sunshine and to expand their business further.
But that’s another story.
In the village, Frankie and Dolores made new friends and lovers. They found the perfect ‘lust and friendship’ relationship with a local couple, Duncan and Erin Bishop. These two unexperienced bisexuals began to thrive and bloom as the foursome fell madly for each other. It became a unique loving, caring, sharing and passionate relationship, the kind only truly bisexual couples are capable of.
It was Erin who introduced Dolores to the village women’s group, where together they began running womanliness classes for the ladies in the afternoon. Whilst Duncan shared the same sex passions as Frankie, which allowed them to indulge together.
But that’s another story.
And they all lived happily ever after.
But even that’s not ‘The End’.
How could it be, with so many Frankie and Dolores’ stories and adventures still untold? These stories and more will appear from time to time on my own page, as an occasional rather than regular weekly serial stories.
So please follow me and get notified whenever a new Frankie and Dolores story appears.
TTFN
Regards Jack.
PS: Remember Frankie’s Great Grandparents, Aart and Lena? They lived a rather colourful life in Amsterdam in the 1920s, before circumstances led them to start a new life in England. And what a life it was, there will be much or of their story coming HERE too.
