After working several weeks, providing mature clients with a ‘personal service’…with the emphasis on ‘personal’, at the fantasy fuck store, Heather told me that some ladies like role-playing which was difficult to do in the store.

“So I started a home lingerie fitting service, to fulfil their sexual role-playing fantasies. What do you think, Ken?”

“Well, Heather, first I will only help ladies between 60 and 80, and they must wear girdles and have hairy fannies. Apart from those conditions, I am willing to give it a go. Role-playing is much more interesting as it increases the build-up to the climax”

“Ken, replied Heather,” all our clients love to wear foundation garments and as you know, they very rarely trim their pubes. From what clients have said, you have a very erotic imagination and make them feel really good about themselves, so I think you will do well”

Looking through her home visits list, she asked me if I would like to see Pat Rogers.

“She is 68 and a retired college teacher. I think you will love her fat size 20 body. She asked for a fitting for our new front and back cut-out open bottom girdle, and other bits and pieces that I have put in the sample box. I must also add, Ken, she is an outrageous exhibitionist”

Parking outside Pat’s bungalow everything looked very middle class – nice and neat. You would not think that inside was a randy lady wanting to have a sexy time. And when she opened the door I thought I was at the wrong address. There in front of me was a homely type, modestly clothed and, what I call, well upholstered.

“Hello Ken, do come in, go through to the lounge, my husband will join us in a minute.”

Husband! Pat hadn’t said he was going to join us, I thought. Having made a cup of coffee, Pat explained.

“Ken, I didn’t mention to Heather that Bill, my husband would be present because it was difficult but she did say, that you were very understanding and sympathetic to a client’s needs. So let me explain what we need – aside from new lingerie, that is. Over the years, as I am sure you’ve noticed, a long-married couple’s sex life can become dull and, dare I say it, boring. So last week we had a very honest chat about fantasies. Mine is showing off and doing all sorts of naughty things. Bill owned up to being turned on by watching me showing and playing with another man and…then as we both wanted, was for him and you to fuck me at the same time- one up my cunt and the other up my shitter.”

One thing I do get turned on by so-called conservative ladies is hearing them unleash really dirty and highly erotic language.

Pat went on “There I’ve said it. Doesn’t it sound sexier to use dirty words? I’m quite hot already. But first, let me try on that new high-cut girdle. Bill loves to see me show off – Bill you can come in Ken is ready for the show.”

Bill, strode over thank shook my hand. He was about 5.7 and looked like an accountant.

“Thanks very much for this Ken; it will help us spice things up. At our age it takes longer to get everything going which is why we started role-playing”.

At that point, I noticed Pat had slipped out. “You might think that what we want to do is perverted – and maybe it is – but I think, knowing your proclivities you will cum buckets. Although Pat is a big woman, she knows how to please me – and you as well”.

With that build-up, I could feel my cock turning into a lazy lob.

“Bill, don’t go making me out to be a sex siren – I just love showing off and fucking, as you well know”, said Pat as she walked in wearing just a housecoat. “Now Ken, let me try on that new girdle”

I pulled it from the sample case and opened it up to show her. Well, it wasn’t like any open bottom girdle I had ever seen. Made from sheer see-through spandex it had a half-moon cut out in the bottom at the front and back. “This is interesting, what’s the reason for it?”

“I like showing off, but when we go out on our ‘flashing’ days, Bill has at all times wanted me to show my hairy cunt. With a typical girdle, all those lovely dirty men can only see is like a black blob. With this, they can see my lovely hairy vulva, labia lips, and more”.

“Go on girl, show him” prompted Bill, “Ken loves a hairy woman”

“Ken, now don’t be alarmed” As she slipped off the housecoat, I could see what Pat meant. From her lovely soft flabby belly button to the tops of her milky white-dimpled thighs she was a real feast of hair, already glistening with her cunt juices.

Staring at my fully erect cock, she said “Oh look, Bill darling, come over and look at his lovely boner and I haven’t done a thing yet”

From what Bill said about taking longer to get aroused and she wanting the two of us to fuck her, it stood to reason that they both might enjoy a bit of male-to-male handling as well. With Bill now next to me and looking at my pecker straining against my trousers he said. “You love all that hair don’t you, well; it goes all the way up to her arse. Turn round and bend over honey.”

Without any inhibitions, Pat turned around, knelt over the arm of the sofa, and pulled her massive bum cheeks apart, revealing a hairy and delightful puckered shit hole. “Now, Ken what do you make of that?”

I could not resist it, especially as Bill’s crotch area was showing signs of excitement, my hand went onto it, and gently massaging it I took a risk and said, ” Bill, we’re both big boys by the looks of things, why doesn’t Pat show us how she likes to flash herself. It will be a good try-out of the new Girdle, what say you, Pat?”

“What a great idea, Ken, you two get comfy and I will be back in a few minutes.”

Settled on the sofa I asked Bill if he enjoyed his wife exposing herself to other men. He said that it gave him a big kick to think that those men gawping at her extremely hairy cunt would love to fuck her. It turned him on especially when they came home and talked about it. “Which is why Ken, we want to take it to do it”

“To be frank Bill, I am looking forward to helping you both. My only issue at the moment is that what Pat is doing to my cock, I will need to cum before the fucking begins. Feel it, Bill, I’m dribbling”. Giving him the green light, he started taking down my and his trousers letting out dicks free he grabbed mine.

“When Pat gives us a show, she’ll be delighted to see us wanking I can hear her coming”.

Pat might be a size 22 but as she came into the room dressed like a gorgeous high-class lady of the night, she took me by complete surprise when compared to the person that opened the front door.

A discreet lowcut blouse highlighted her still reasonable upright braless tits and very big jutting nipples in the centre of massive areolas. Her seemingly pencil skirt stretched tight across her fat belly and came to just above the knee, but I noticed hidden side pleats as she sat down opposite us.

“Now boys, I can see that you are getting there, so let me give you a boost. But first let’s imagine that Bill and I are sitting opposite you Ken, at a posh hotel having a civilised drink. I notice you looking at me and Bill says, “look at this dirty perv he’s ogling your legs and tits. That dirty sod wants a show, give it to him, you know you want to.”

“Now, Ken, you have to know that normally, — my punter can only see my legs under the table. First I move my arse forward like this”.

On saying that she slid forward on the chair opposite- and pulling up her skirt ever so slowly, opened her legs and fat thighs. Now really wide I could see the effect of the new girdle. Pat’s lovely and full hairy cunt mound was fully displayed.

“Look, Bill, he likes my cunt. Look at his massive hard-on”.

“Go on darling”, said Bill, “do what you do to get them going, I love this bit”… Pat then put her hand between her fat thighs and started wanking.

Bill started rubbing mine and his now much-enlarged cock which was thick and dribbling pre cum.

Don’t be shy boys; your big fat cocks are getting me wet.

We were literally all wanking in time. Seeing such a love cunt being rammed with at least four of her fingers and our thick dicks enjoying a different hand, it was only a few minutes before Bill and I cummed what felt like buckets.

Oh, that’s good boys, Furiously, ramming her fingers into herself she shouted “fucking hell Bill, I am cumming” and suddenly a huge spurt of piss shot right onto us and she slumped back absolutely drained.

After we cleaned up and relaxed a little, I could see that Pat and Bill wanted more.

“Ken, she said walking over to me, look at this lovely girdle, it pushes down onto my fanny but leaves space for fucking and at the back, as she turned around, my really fat arse is open to offers”.

“Go on feel it”. As soon as I started rubbing my hands up her milky thighs and over her hairy arse, my cock sprang to attention. “Oh look Bill, he’s rock hard again, what fun”. Bill stood up and straight away she caressed his cock.

Bill takes longer to get a hard-on than you Ken, so, I want both of you to both to stimulate me before we go to bed.

With my hand on her arse and Bill fingering her clit and sucking on her bullet nipples, she opened her cheeks showing me her hairy arse, and said “go ahead Ken, finger fuck my shitter”. She was so wet it was easy to slip in first one then two and finally three fingers. In and out, it was indescribable. By now I could see that Pat’s hand fondling Bill’s cock and swinging balls had the effect she and he wanted.

“Now let’s go upstairs and complete our fantasy with Ken, Bill sweetheart”.

It was a huge king-size bed that Pat let us, holding our dicks like a lead. We lay down with her in the middle, wearing just her girdle. “Boys, I am ready for it now, so let’s get fucking”.

She straddled Bill, impaling her fat cunt onto his rod, then bending forward she offered her puckered shit hole.” Well put it in Ken and give me all you’ve got”.

We went at it like jackrabbits two into one, I could feel Bill’s dick in her which was great for all of us. And when I started rubbing those luscious tits and nipples, she was bucking all over the place. It seemed to go on forever, but in reality, only lasted about five minutes as we were all so sexed up.

With me Flopping off and Pat lifting herself from Bill’s limp dick, she lay back and pulled up her legs showing us the cum dripping from cunt and arse.

“Now, that’s what I call a fantasy come true in every sense, don’t you Ken?” Well, who was I to argue with her?

The next day, Pat came into the store and asked if she could speak privately. Taking her into the office she seemed very anxious.

“Ken, I enjoyed our lovely session yesterday, but one thing was missing.”

“Pat we did most things but the best bit for me is when you did a massive piss squirt when you orgasmed.”

“Well, that’s the point. I get so horny when I go for a pee, I have to wank my clit. But my lovely hubby thinks it’s dirty and won’t give me what I want in that department. So, as you said you liked my piss squirt, I was hoping you will help me take a piss tomorrow afternoon when he’s playing golf?”

“I would be more than do that, Pat. Have you ever been pissed up your cunt? And what about your shithole? Or even, what would you say if we pissed over each other?”

“Oh fuck me, Ken, feel my knickers right now.”

She was right, her granny pants were soaking. I could not withstand giving her a quick finger.

“Oh Ken, that’s lovely, you don’t mind if I dribble as I cum?”

“You can dribble away as much as you like you dirty piss tart” I replied as I rammed four fingers up her now soaking wet hairy cunt.

After she calmed down, I noticed that her stockings were soaked as were her shoes, I presumed.

“Ken, honey, you know how to get me sexed up you fucking sex god. Will you call round to mine at about 1.00 pm?”

“Pat, to start as we mean to go on you must make sure your bladder is nice and full when I arrive.”

Wearing a see-through blouse showing off her lovely thick nipples and short skirt, she had made an effort to get me turned on. And it worked. As far as I was concerned she was too fat but dressed like that she was sex on her cellulite-addled legs.

“I’m full Ken, — lifting her skirt revealing an extended belly — that’s why I had to take off my girdle.”

“Come here you horny piss tart and give me a lovely sloppy kiss.”

She had her tongue in my mouth and was starting to squirm. That’s just the way I wanted her. I had a fucking great hard-on and a very full bladder and I intended to give a good going over. Pushing my cock into her tummy she pushed back.

“Oh no, I’m dribbling. Quick in the shithouse now.”

As she sat on the pan with her legs wide aside, my semi-hard dick was ready to give her a hot shower.

She was now ramming four fingers up her hairy hole and she was pissing faster. “Fucking hell, Ken, don’t disappoint me -give me a drink, mamma’s thirsty.”

I stood over her face and pissed hard into her mouth. She could not take it all and so I directed it over her tits and then between her hairy snatch. Her face lit up and she was in sexual heaven as she had a huge orgasm and piss squirted to boot. Then taking out her dentures she gobbled my limp cock. Each suck it got harder and didn’t take me long to shoot a few heavy wads of spunk that splattered all over her smiling face.

After we showered, Pat said that if it was a nice day, she would like to show off in the park next Saturday, and would I help her?

The Park and more

Pat was dressed in a slip dress, her new girdle, stockings, and no pants. She had no bra and seeing them flopping about, got me instantly hard. I grabbed her and as we kissed, my fingers went right up her dress.

“Ken you are a randy fucker.”

“And you are my lovely piss-loving slut. What are we going to do today?”

We are gonna the local park with a book. We sit down on a bench but as I sit down I lift my skirt leaving my bare ass on the wooden slats of the bench. Then I will start to read my book. Slowly I let the pee trickle out of my pussy, wetting the bench and dripping onto the grass below. I will get so turned on that I want to shout “come and watch, I’m pissing myself!”