The old ladies clothes shop 2

My name is Richard. I am 36 and ten years ago I fucked my old aunt and some of her friends. I have since developed a severe fetish for sex play and fucking only elderly women. However, finding them is not easy. Which is why I work in a shop that sells clothes for elderly women. I average about one good fuck a month. After four months, the owner, Mrs Joiner, called me into her office. At the job interview she seemed friendly. She was in her early 60s, a bit young for me, as I like 'em ideally in their late 80s.

"Morning, Richard. I must congratulate you on increasing sales. Also, quite a few clients appreciate your attention to detail in measuring them. They used the words intimate and exciting. It was old Mrs Thompson who let the cat out of the bag, so to speak. She said that you gave her some lovely orgasms when you fingered her vagina and bottom when measuring her. Do you do that sort of thing with all the ladies?"

"Absolutely not, Mrs Joiner, only those who encourage me."

"Give me some examples."

"Take Mrs Thompson. She wanted new underwear and insisted that I measure her as she had put on weight. Well, as I was measuring her waist and hips, she put my hand on her crutch and asked me to give her a good seeing to."

Mrs Joiner asked for several more examples and finally asked if I had "Fucked any of them."

"Of course I have, and they were delighted."

"Well, Richard, at least you're honest. I am impressed, and although I am 64, would you be as kind as to give me a demonstration of (say) fingering?"

"Are you sure, Mrs Joiner? It doesn't seem appropriate with you being my boss. I think it would be better if you pretend to be a customer. Is that OK?"

"That's fine, Richard. Let's go to your department."

I won't lie, Mrs Joiner has a fine, luscious body and a pair of tits that look very firm. We went straight into play acting.

"Good afternoon, madam. My name is Richard, and you are?"

"Mrs Joiner, but would prefer it if you call me Susan."

"Certainly, Susan. Is there anything in particular you are looking for?"

"Do you sell what I believe are called granny pants, but coloured ones?"

"You're in luck; we received a consignment from America yesterday. However, their measuring system is different to ours. Would you like to try a few pairs on to get the size correct?"

"Yes, that would be fine, Richard. I saw a sign in the window that claimed you provide a personal fitting service. Are knickers included in that service? I ask because I sometimes have difficulty in pulling them up."

And there it was, her invitation to get my fingers in her cunt.

"Yes, Susan, they are included in the service. Will you be happy for me to help you, or I can get a female staff member."

"You will be fine. I am sure you know your way around a lady's body."

"Yes, I do, Susan. Will you go into a changing room and remove your skirt? I will bring a selection of knickers. Keep your underwear on, as it is a hygiene policy when trying on new stuff."

In the stockroom, I selected six pairs of knickers in various American sizes, knowing full well I would have to take off and put on 2 pairs before finding the right size. Then I took off my trousers and pants and wanked till I had a nice stiffy and put just my trousers back on, making sure she could not miss my thick 8-inch dick.

As I pulled back the fitting room curtain, I could not help but admire her lovely protruding belly and even more so, her prominent vulva and, of course, the wet patch in the crotch of her knickers. My cock was twitching.

"Here we are, Susan. Shall we start with this pair?" Taking out a nice pink pair, she remarked, "Oh, Richard, they are lovely. Here, help me put them on."

I got her sat down and put her stockinged feet into the leg holes.

"Will you stand, so I can pull them up, Susan."

She obeyed, but I stayed kneeling down and slowly eased the knickers up over her knees and then, standing up, pulled them up over her fat arse and then pulled them tightly over her cunt.

"Be careful, Richard. I am very sensitive down there; release them a little, please."

My fingers eased into the gusset, making sure they pressed into her meaty vulva.

"Oh, that's a lot better. But I think these are too tight. Can I try a large size? And this time, Richard, be gentle."

The larger size fitted her perfectly. The next stage was the orgasm! Not wanting any interference, I casually glanced at my watch and said I was going to shut the shop for the day.

"Susan, just sit there, and I'll be back in a minute or so.

Making sure my cock was still hard, I got back and told her I was going to take off the American knickers and then hers. I took the American pair off quickly, then said, "Susan, I can see that your knickers are a bit tight, so if OK, I will stand behind you and gently pull them down from the waistband. I promise to be very gentle."

"You have been wonderful so far."

Standing behind her, I whispered, "Has anybody said that you have a voluptuous body?"

"No"

"Well, they are stupid."

I slipped my fingers into the knickers waistband and pulled them down. But they stayed in place. So, I went for it, pushing my palms right in and resting on her fat vulva. Then, as I eased the pants down, my hands went into her hairy crotch. As that happened, I pushed my hard cock into her arse crack. Boy, she was fucking piss wet

"Oh my, Richard, I can now see why the old ladies like your service. You're so gentle and sensuous. Please continue.

I felt gentle piss squirts seeping from between her hairy cunt lips. I dragged my finger along her slit. The knickers were on the upper part of her wrinkly thighs. Now she was panting softly and moaning. I moved my fingers along the inner flesh of her cunt lips, then found her hard erect clit. I gently pinched it with my thumb and finger.

"Oohhhhhhhhh, yeahhhh!" She groaned as I wiggled her sex button back and forth between my slippery thumb and finger, pinching and pinching, teasing the tip of her clitty. "Don't stop! That's heaven!" she sighed.

"No," I whispered. "This is heaven!"

One finger eased in slowly, into her hungry, quivering cunt.

Susan groaned and cried out, spreading her legs wider, until the waistbands of the two pairs of knickers were stuck just above her knees.

"Do me," she hissed as I knelt down to take off the knickers. "Oh, Richard, please, yes," she whimpered, "Kiss it! Kiss and suck my fanny!"

I stared at her hairy and swollen pussy lips, her piss dribbling out in a minute stream. Her smell really turned me on. I let my head slide into her crotch, and I began kissing and sucking on her hot pussy lips. I darted my tongue in and out of her vaginal hole, making her cry out.

"Eat me! Eat me, eat me, eat me! Suck my old cunt, you lovely granny fucker!"

When I got to her hard clit, first I flicked my tongue over it back and forth until she was writhing in pleasure and bucking her hips up off the chair to meet my mouth. With her sensitive sin-button being played with, Susan exploded into action, wrapping her legs over my shoulders and squeezing my head tight into her old cunt.

I licked and sucked and speared my tongue into her pussy until she was groaning and quivering and bouncing around.

"Yes, yess, yesssss!" she hissed. "I'm fucking cumming she said as she pushed out a nice hot piss squirt.

My cock was getting rock hard again, and I just had to fuck her. I pulled her up and spread her legs, and I urgently pushed my cock into her just-sucked pussy.

"Now," I sighed. "Now I'm gonna fuck your ass off!" I meant it as I began fucking Susan hard. I kept going deeper and deeper, making her grunt.

"Harder, harder," she urged, looking at me with lust and pleasure written all over her face.

"Awwww, goddamn! Richard, you really are an expert in fucking old ladies. Cum in me now."

Like clockwork, I obliged, letting the first hot jet of cum spurt out, coating her fanny's walls.

"Uuuuhhhhhh," I groaned, as I felt pulse after pulse of squirts of cum fill up her lovely old cunt. As they shot into her, she went rigid in pleasure as she came in time to my spurts.

"Wow Richard, I was expecting just a nice gentle fingering, and you give the whole works. I'm not complaining, though."

The next morning she called me into her office and said, "Richard, as we can now offer a unique service for our geriatric ladies, I have decided to put a small bed in the changing room and put up the prices and your wages. Be in no doubt your prowess will get round town within six months!"