Shoe Shop
As an avid granny lover and being relatively young (45) I decided three years ago to open a small shoe shop that specialised in shoes for an elderly clientele. Everyone said I was mad and would go bust in short order. But the point is that elderly women really do appreciate the very personal service I provide.
When I first opened, my perverted objective was just to look up old ladies’ skirts. You see, my customers range in age from late sixties to early eighties and I found that if you showed them some interest and flattery a few of them responded with wanting me to help them in other ways.
One such lady was Ethel. She was a smart lady in her late seventies – overweight, big bust and lots of wrinkles. To make things easier for my ladies, I use an old-fashioned foot stool with a seat on one end for me to sit on and a plinth for them to place their feet.
As I was holding Ethel’s ankle to put on the shoe, she mentioned that I had nice soft hands and it made her feel ‘warm inside’ I think was what she said. She then went on to ask me why I specialised in shoes for the elderly and I told her that seniors were greatly unappreciated and I enjoyed their company very much.
‘So, you like us old biddies?’
‘I do very much, and elderly ladies such as yourself give me great pleasure in looking after their needs.’
‘Well then, would it be too much to rub my calves’
As I gently caressed her lovely fat calves she said ‘You really do like us oldies’ and lifting up her leg, asked me stimulate her thighs.
She was obviously giving me an invitation to finger her fanny but it was too dangerous at that time of the day – especially with other customers browsing. So, I suggested to her that she should come back tomorrow after the shop was shut for a private fitting.
On the dot of 5.30 the next day, in she walked. This time she was dressed in a nice flared skirt and jacket and sat down.
‘Now, young man, I don’t want you to think I am some kind of sex crazed granny, because I’m not. But yesterday, you made me feel so desirable I could barely contain myself. But first, what is your name?
‘Brian, at your service Ethel’
‘Well Brian, when you were massaging my calves yesterday, I had the naughtiest thoughts. I won’t tell you what they were, but I would like to continue where we left off. Would that be okay with you?’
‘As I said Ethel, I am at your service and to service you, if that is what takes your fancy’
She sat down and I on the end of the stool.
‘Now, ease up your skirt and open your legs, and I will give you a lovely surprise’.
‘Oh, you naughty boy, do your worst’
Not bothering with her calves or thighs, my hands made a bee line for her cunt. Surprising me, she wore small knickers which made it much easier to finger her. And as a bonus, she was as hairy as fuck.
She was very encouraging, lifting up her skirt further and moving down on the chair so I could see her lovely shit hole as well. As I put in two fingers it started.
‘’Oh yes, Brian, that’s really good, play with my clit’.
She had a nice thick protruding clit and it took only a couple of minutes of vigorous finger rubbing for her to cum and with it the added kinky benefit of little piss squirt.
As she recovered from her orgasm, she pulled me forward and we kissed deeply exchanging lots of lovely saliva.
‘Now Brian, it’s your turn’
With that she proceeded to give my raging hard 7-inch cock a fucking great blow job and insisted I shot me cum over her wrinkled face.
Wiping it off, she asked if I could make a house call to her next week.
How could I resist?
Of course, my predilection for old ladies soon got on to the geriatric g**** vine and I had lots of clients, but the most interesting were the ones who had fetishes, like pissing/squirting, anal, or better, making their partners watch.
Now, I must own up to piss play and fucking arseholes – my two favourites. A lot of old women, seem to like anal play as it something they have never tried. My ideal fuck, is shove it up her bum, playing with her fanny and then when I have shot my bolt, piss up the shit hole and watch it dribble down their wrinkly legs.
Now, not many old ladies have a liking for these types of things, so I have to train them. One such was Beth, a lovely overweight 65-year-old.
She came into the shop and after giving me a good show of her hairy cunt, suggested I pay her a home visit with her hubby who, she said, took ages to get an erection which didn’t last, and seeing her being m*****ed (the word she used) would turn him on.
At her home I took her into the toilet and started sucking her tits. Once I'd had my fill of them I turned her around so she was facing the wall, leaning on the toilet cistern. I knelt down again, so her fat crumpled arse was in front of me and went to work on that with my tongue. I ran my tongue up and down her arse stopping every few seconds at her arsehole until I was just probing her rectum with my tongue.
Beth was gasping even louder,
"Oh, your filthy sod, yes darling lick my arse, lick Auntie’s bum hole, oh you horny sod."
By this time I was desperate for some release, so I told Beth to sit back down and as she did, I released my throbbing cock. Within a few quick jerks, my spunk was shooting from me onto her droopy tits.
"Yes, Yes, yes," she repeated over and over.
As my spunk fizzled to a dribble, Beth took my deflating cock into her hand and licked what was seeping from me.
I watched her as she did so and her eyes met mine and I could see the look of pure lust in this old lady.
"Was that good?" she asked as she dropped my cock and sat back.
"Wonderful, a long held fantasy fulfilled."
"I'm glad you did that Beth, I've wanted you more lately than ever before."
"Even though I am a wrinkly old lady?"
"Mm mm, that turns me on so much, I do nothing but wank over you all the time."
"Oh you bad boy, but now I hope that you will wank with me all the time."
"Oh I'm going to."
"Call me Aunty like you did earlier, I like that more."
"Well Aunty , I can honestly say that I have had plenty of fantasises about you and even though you are quite mature I hope that you will let me fulfil all of those now."
"Oh Brian, what sort of fantasises, really naughty ones?"
"Well I have a thing about women and toilets, so I especially liked licking you after you had done a pee."
"That was naughty, I wasn't expecting that, but it was nice and you obviously have a bum fetish too."
"Mm mm, your arse is lovely, you taste so good."
Eileen shook as I spoke to her.
"I love this dirty talk darling, tell me what you want to do next."
"Well as you seemed to like my toilet fetish, what I really wish is that I had been here before you even started to wee."
"Oh you bad boy, what do you mean?"
"Well then I could have watched you pee and as you did so, I could finger your clit.’
Eileen was shaking again, her tits wobbling from side to side.
"You want to me really do that?"
"Yes Eileen, people call it water sports or having a golden shower, my wife does it for me on a regular basis, but doing it with an old lady like you is much more appealing."
"And what about my bum then?" she asked
"I love licking women's arsehole's, the hairier, the dirtier the better."
Eileen cooed some more.
"You are a dirty boy, but you are driving me wild with all this talk. I haven't had proper sex for years, but I must admit to having a good feel of my fanny most nights after you have been round, you horny boy. So, you want your old Aunty Eileen to wee in your mouth? What would your mother say?"
"I don't care what anyone says, and yes I seriously do want to do that."
"Well you dirty boy, you can have your wish, but first Aunty Eileen gets her wish and that is to feel you inside me and then next time you are round, well if you are a good boy, maybe I'll let you have a little drink."
She then took me to her bedroom and on her big king-size bed, I fucked Eileen until both of us were exhausted.
I couldn't stop thinking about Eileen for the rest of the day and that night as my wife had to go out for a work related issue I phoned Eileen up.
"Hello Aunty Eileen, I've been missing you," I said.
"I'm glad, did you enjoy your day?"
"Yes I did and I want more."
"More what deary?"
"More of my Aunty Eileen. I'm sitting here now with my cock in my hand thinking about your lovely body."
"Well darling don't exhaust yourself too much, your horny old Aunty wants you again tomorrow, come round at about 2.00pm."
"I'll be there," I said.
I walked through Eileen's back door just before 2.00pm. The house was quiet, "Hello," I called.
"Up here."
I followed the voice and went up the stairs and into Eileen's bedroom.
She lay on the bed wearing nothing at all, her fingers were working themselves in and out of her cunt.
I stood back and watched for a while as this old lady masturbated, and then she whispered "Come and join me."
As my fingers joined hers, she used her right hand to unzip my jeans and she delved inside for my throbbing cock. I helped her release me fully and so for a couple of minutes I had two fingers from my left hand up Eileen's pussy alongside two of her own fingers from her left hand whilst my right hand was wrapped around hers as she rubbed my cock.
"Fuck me dear," she said.
I did exactly what she wanted and she gasped and moaned as I pushed my cock in and out of her aching pussy.
By the time I had shot my load inside her cunt, she was physically drained and all she wanted was a cuddle. I lay there kissing her face and her head and telling her wonderful she was for quite some time until she said, "I'm ready now."
I looked at her quizzically, not sure what she meant.
"I need to wee," she said, "You said yesterday, you wanted to be there when I did."
I was immediately re-ignited and took her hand as we went to the bathroom.
Eileen sat down on the toilet again and I put my hand between her legs.
"This is dirty," she said
"Mm but nice."
Eileen then started to wee, slowly at first, but then in a torrent. First I let it run over my hand, but then I grabbed her and pulled her forward so that she was pissing into my lap. She watched fascinated herself as her yellow piss dribbled to a few drops which dripped onto my hard cock. As she stopped I bent forward and started to lick her clean and Eileen held my head between her legs. When I had finished, she wanted to clean me up and so she soaped her hands and washed my wet cock telling me how naughty I was but how much she loved it. Her actions soon had me reaching another climax and as I shot my load onto her bathroom floor she was telling me that next time she was going to do all her wee into my mouth.
When I first opened, my perverted objective was just to look up old ladies’ skirts. You see, my customers range in age from late sixties to early eighties and I found that if you showed them some interest and flattery a few of them responded with wanting me to help them in other ways.
One such lady was Ethel. She was a smart lady in her late seventies – overweight, big bust and lots of wrinkles. To make things easier for my ladies, I use an old-fashioned foot stool with a seat on one end for me to sit on and a plinth for them to place their feet.
As I was holding Ethel’s ankle to put on the shoe, she mentioned that I had nice soft hands and it made her feel ‘warm inside’ I think was what she said. She then went on to ask me why I specialised in shoes for the elderly and I told her that seniors were greatly unappreciated and I enjoyed their company very much.
‘So, you like us old biddies?’
‘I do very much, and elderly ladies such as yourself give me great pleasure in looking after their needs.’
‘Well then, would it be too much to rub my calves’
As I gently caressed her lovely fat calves she said ‘You really do like us oldies’ and lifting up her leg, asked me stimulate her thighs.
She was obviously giving me an invitation to finger her fanny but it was too dangerous at that time of the day – especially with other customers browsing. So, I suggested to her that she should come back tomorrow after the shop was shut for a private fitting.
On the dot of 5.30 the next day, in she walked. This time she was dressed in a nice flared skirt and jacket and sat down.
‘Now, young man, I don’t want you to think I am some kind of sex crazed granny, because I’m not. But yesterday, you made me feel so desirable I could barely contain myself. But first, what is your name?
‘Brian, at your service Ethel’
‘Well Brian, when you were massaging my calves yesterday, I had the naughtiest thoughts. I won’t tell you what they were, but I would like to continue where we left off. Would that be okay with you?’
‘As I said Ethel, I am at your service and to service you, if that is what takes your fancy’
She sat down and I on the end of the stool.
‘Now, ease up your skirt and open your legs, and I will give you a lovely surprise’.
‘Oh, you naughty boy, do your worst’
Not bothering with her calves or thighs, my hands made a bee line for her cunt. Surprising me, she wore small knickers which made it much easier to finger her. And as a bonus, she was as hairy as fuck.
She was very encouraging, lifting up her skirt further and moving down on the chair so I could see her lovely shit hole as well. As I put in two fingers it started.
‘’Oh yes, Brian, that’s really good, play with my clit’.
She had a nice thick protruding clit and it took only a couple of minutes of vigorous finger rubbing for her to cum and with it the added kinky benefit of little piss squirt.
As she recovered from her orgasm, she pulled me forward and we kissed deeply exchanging lots of lovely saliva.
‘Now Brian, it’s your turn’
With that she proceeded to give my raging hard 7-inch cock a fucking great blow job and insisted I shot me cum over her wrinkled face.
Wiping it off, she asked if I could make a house call to her next week.
How could I resist?
Of course, my predilection for old ladies soon got on to the geriatric g**** vine and I had lots of clients, but the most interesting were the ones who had fetishes, like pissing/squirting, anal, or better, making their partners watch.
Now, I must own up to piss play and fucking arseholes – my two favourites. A lot of old women, seem to like anal play as it something they have never tried. My ideal fuck, is shove it up her bum, playing with her fanny and then when I have shot my bolt, piss up the shit hole and watch it dribble down their wrinkly legs.
Now, not many old ladies have a liking for these types of things, so I have to train them. One such was Beth, a lovely overweight 65-year-old.
She came into the shop and after giving me a good show of her hairy cunt, suggested I pay her a home visit with her hubby who, she said, took ages to get an erection which didn’t last, and seeing her being m*****ed (the word she used) would turn him on.
At her home I took her into the toilet and started sucking her tits. Once I'd had my fill of them I turned her around so she was facing the wall, leaning on the toilet cistern. I knelt down again, so her fat crumpled arse was in front of me and went to work on that with my tongue. I ran my tongue up and down her arse stopping every few seconds at her arsehole until I was just probing her rectum with my tongue.
Beth was gasping even louder,
"Oh, your filthy sod, yes darling lick my arse, lick Auntie’s bum hole, oh you horny sod."
By this time I was desperate for some release, so I told Beth to sit back down and as she did, I released my throbbing cock. Within a few quick jerks, my spunk was shooting from me onto her droopy tits.
"Yes, Yes, yes," she repeated over and over.
As my spunk fizzled to a dribble, Beth took my deflating cock into her hand and licked what was seeping from me.
I watched her as she did so and her eyes met mine and I could see the look of pure lust in this old lady.
"Was that good?" she asked as she dropped my cock and sat back.
"Wonderful, a long held fantasy fulfilled."
"I'm glad you did that Beth, I've wanted you more lately than ever before."
"Even though I am a wrinkly old lady?"
"Mm mm, that turns me on so much, I do nothing but wank over you all the time."
"Oh you bad boy, but now I hope that you will wank with me all the time."
"Oh I'm going to."
"Call me Aunty like you did earlier, I like that more."
"Well Aunty , I can honestly say that I have had plenty of fantasises about you and even though you are quite mature I hope that you will let me fulfil all of those now."
"Oh Brian, what sort of fantasises, really naughty ones?"
"Well I have a thing about women and toilets, so I especially liked licking you after you had done a pee."
"That was naughty, I wasn't expecting that, but it was nice and you obviously have a bum fetish too."
"Mm mm, your arse is lovely, you taste so good."
Eileen shook as I spoke to her.
"I love this dirty talk darling, tell me what you want to do next."
"Well as you seemed to like my toilet fetish, what I really wish is that I had been here before you even started to wee."
"Oh you bad boy, what do you mean?"
"Well then I could have watched you pee and as you did so, I could finger your clit.’
Eileen was shaking again, her tits wobbling from side to side.
"You want to me really do that?"
"Yes Eileen, people call it water sports or having a golden shower, my wife does it for me on a regular basis, but doing it with an old lady like you is much more appealing."
"And what about my bum then?" she asked
"I love licking women's arsehole's, the hairier, the dirtier the better."
Eileen cooed some more.
"You are a dirty boy, but you are driving me wild with all this talk. I haven't had proper sex for years, but I must admit to having a good feel of my fanny most nights after you have been round, you horny boy. So, you want your old Aunty Eileen to wee in your mouth? What would your mother say?"
"I don't care what anyone says, and yes I seriously do want to do that."
"Well you dirty boy, you can have your wish, but first Aunty Eileen gets her wish and that is to feel you inside me and then next time you are round, well if you are a good boy, maybe I'll let you have a little drink."
She then took me to her bedroom and on her big king-size bed, I fucked Eileen until both of us were exhausted.
I couldn't stop thinking about Eileen for the rest of the day and that night as my wife had to go out for a work related issue I phoned Eileen up.
"Hello Aunty Eileen, I've been missing you," I said.
"I'm glad, did you enjoy your day?"
"Yes I did and I want more."
"More what deary?"
"More of my Aunty Eileen. I'm sitting here now with my cock in my hand thinking about your lovely body."
"Well darling don't exhaust yourself too much, your horny old Aunty wants you again tomorrow, come round at about 2.00pm."
"I'll be there," I said.
I walked through Eileen's back door just before 2.00pm. The house was quiet, "Hello," I called.
"Up here."
I followed the voice and went up the stairs and into Eileen's bedroom.
She lay on the bed wearing nothing at all, her fingers were working themselves in and out of her cunt.
I stood back and watched for a while as this old lady masturbated, and then she whispered "Come and join me."
As my fingers joined hers, she used her right hand to unzip my jeans and she delved inside for my throbbing cock. I helped her release me fully and so for a couple of minutes I had two fingers from my left hand up Eileen's pussy alongside two of her own fingers from her left hand whilst my right hand was wrapped around hers as she rubbed my cock.
"Fuck me dear," she said.
I did exactly what she wanted and she gasped and moaned as I pushed my cock in and out of her aching pussy.
By the time I had shot my load inside her cunt, she was physically drained and all she wanted was a cuddle. I lay there kissing her face and her head and telling her wonderful she was for quite some time until she said, "I'm ready now."
I looked at her quizzically, not sure what she meant.
"I need to wee," she said, "You said yesterday, you wanted to be there when I did."
I was immediately re-ignited and took her hand as we went to the bathroom.
Eileen sat down on the toilet again and I put my hand between her legs.
"This is dirty," she said
"Mm but nice."
Eileen then started to wee, slowly at first, but then in a torrent. First I let it run over my hand, but then I grabbed her and pulled her forward so that she was pissing into my lap. She watched fascinated herself as her yellow piss dribbled to a few drops which dripped onto my hard cock. As she stopped I bent forward and started to lick her clean and Eileen held my head between her legs. When I had finished, she wanted to clean me up and so she soaped her hands and washed my wet cock telling me how naughty I was but how much she loved it. Her actions soon had me reaching another climax and as I shot my load onto her bathroom floor she was telling me that next time she was going to do all her wee into my mouth.
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