My shoe shop for pissy and horny old ladies

[seniorsexlover 63]

 

As an avid granny lover and being relatively young (35) I decided that to get up close access to old ladies (the older the better) three years ago to open a small shoe shop that specialised in shoes for elderly ladies. 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 and I have been proved right. 

At first, my perverted objective was just to look up their skirts. But what amazed me was that quite a few of my late sixties to eighties ladies freely opened their legs and enjoyed me looking at their covered and uncovered old cunts. And if I showed them some interest and flattery a select few wanted me to help them sexually.

One such lady was Beth. She was smart in her late seventies – overweight, big bust, and lots of wrinkles.  To make things easier for my ladies (and to look up their skirts), I use an old-fashioned footstool, one end for me to sit on, and a raised plinth for them to place their feet.

As I was holding her ankle to put on the shoe, she mentioned that I had nice soft hands and it made her feel “warm inside” I think that 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 Beth, especially elderly ladies such as yourself. It gives 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 to stimulate her thighs.

Giving me the invitation to finger her cunt. I didn’t because other customers were browsing.  So, I suggested that she came back for a private fitting tomorrow after the shop was shut.

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 Beth”

“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 Beth, I am at your service and to serve you, if that is what takes your fancy?”

She sat down and I was at 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 beeline 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 hairy shit hole as well. As I put two fingers in her hairy hole, she 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 a 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 ,we changed places and she proceeded to give my raging hard 7-inch cock a fucking great blow job and insisted I shot my 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 and very old ladies soon got on to the geriatric grapevine 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, piss play and fucking arseholes are my two favourites.  A lot of old women, seem to like anal play as it is something they have never tried.  My ideal fuck, is to shove it up her bum, playing with her fanny, and then when I have shot my bolt, piss up the shithole 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. Beth was a willing pupil.

At her home, I took her to the toilet and kissed and played with her nice droopy tits. Taking her by surprise I turned her around so she was leaning on the toilet cistern. Her hairy arse looked so inviting so I started coating her rosebud with pre cum from now hard cock.

"Oh, your filthy sod, yes push it in my bum hole, oh you horny sod."
Within a few quick jerks, my spunk was shooting up to her old bowels.

"Was that good?" she asked as she held my dick.

"Wonderful, a long-held fantasy fulfilled. I can honestly say that I have had plenty of fantasies about you and  I hope that you will let me fulfil them with you"

"Oh Brian, what sort of fantasies, really naughty ones I hope?"
Using the foulest dirty language I could muster, I told her.

"I love this dirty talk  tell me what you want to do next?"
When I outlined my love of water sports and especially when my old ladies are pissing so I can finger them at the same time.
"You want to me really do that?"

"Yes Beth, 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 sexier."

"And what about my bum then? I loved it when you fucked it.

“What if I said that I want to lick your hairy arsehole?"

"You are a dirty sod, 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 thinking of you.

"Well you dirty boy, you can have your wish, but first Aunty Beth gets her wish and that is to feel you inside me. She then took me to her bedroom and on her big king-size bed, I fucked her until both of us were exhausted.

 

[seniorsexlover 63]

Background

I own a shoe shop specialising in foot ware for elderly ladies. Having a very strong fetish for sex with old ladies, my initial objective was just to look up their skirts. To make that easy I use an old-fashioned footstool, one end for me to sit on, and a raised plinth for them to place their feet.  However, a few of my more liberated ladies freely opened their legs and enjoyed me looking at their covered and uncovered old cunts. And if I showed them some interest and flattery a select few wanted me to help them sexually. Old Beth was my first conquest.

It had been a while finding another lovely old piss pervert like Beth. But that all changed when a largish lady around 80ish asked me to help her find some slip on shoes with a very low heel. I invited her take off her coat and sit down.

“I am sure I can help you madam. I pride myself on providing a fulfilling personal service. My name is Brian and you are?”

 “Hazel, I was recommended by my dearest friend, Beth. She said that you provide a very intimate service. Now, what about those shoes?”

“What size, Hazel?”

“Either 4 and a ½ or 5 depending on type.”

I went to the stock room and brought back several types, and placing them down in front of her, she picked two designs.

“Right Hazel, will you put your feet on the plinth so I can take your shoes off.”

If Beth has told her everything, tubby Hazel needed warming up. Picking up the new shoe I got her to put on foot on the plinth. But I could see by her face she was in some distress. She, playing about, saying she was not comfortable and getting up, pulled her dress up above her knees. 

“That’s a lot better”, she said with a smirk on her lips.

Lifting her leg up I slipped on the shoe and remarked that she had very nice legs.

“Oh Brian you flatterer, I bet you say that to all you old ladies.”

Lifting up her leg I laid it on “Well, actually no Hazel. You do actually have sexy legs if I may be as bold.”

Putting her leg down she slowly opened them giving me a good view of her piss stained wet knickers nestling over her open crotch girdle.

“Brian, Beth was right, you do make us oldies feel good. Do you prefer old ladies to young ones then?”

“Definitely Hazel, if I may be blunt, I love everything about them from their hairy vaginas to large floppy tits. I’m sorry if I have offended you using such coarse language.”

“You haven’t Brian; in fact my dead husband used dirty filthy words because he knew it got me sexed up. So what else do old horny ladies do that gets you excited?”

“Now, if I tell you, Hazel, promise me you won’t get upset because some people think it is extremely perverted.”

“I think I know. Beth told me that you love water sports. Why else do you think I came here? My lovely dead hubby introduced me to it and for the last 30 years I have done virtually all types of sex play involving piss. I bet I can show you a few new moves. In fact I am very happy to have found you Brian because we piss lovers are not perverts.  Why not come round to my place tomorrow night and we take things from there?”

Of course I was round her place like a shot with bladder getting full! As Hazel appeared at the door, my fat cock rose like a rocket. Her skirt was tight showing off her lovely fat belly straining to get out.  Up top she had left off her bra highlighting her lovely big tits and bullet nipples outlined against a tight blouse. She looked so ripe.

As soon as she closed the door, she cupped her hand around my cock and whispered, “I hope you getting full, and I can hardly hold mine in.” I n the lounge, she had the coffee ready. I wanted to find out all about her piss play history. “There is so much to tell, Brian. But let’s make it nice and wet as I tell you. Don’t worry I have tailored made plastic cover under this settee.” We were ready, cock straining and oozing out pre-cum and she with her dress up.

“Brian, you have a massive cock, let me suck it and give you an exclusive extra.” Taking her dentures out, she had my half-stiff dick down her throat.  Boy, could she do the business. It was not long before I was ready to cum. “I’m Cumming Hazel” expecting her to ease off, but no she took all the spunk I had. Moreover, what she said afterwards when my limp dick fell from her mouth shocked me? “Now young man give you can wash all that nice creamy spunk down” as she took my limp cock back in. Well, I was learning something new as I re-started to piss.  It was a massively strong hot stream and she couldn’t take it all. However, that did not stop my lovely old lover directing it over her face and blouse.

Rubbing her large fat tits under her soaking wet blouse was so  erotic I felt my cock rising again.  “Oh fuck me Brian I want that lovely piece of meat up this old cunt.”

Following her upstairs, I was in awe of big fat arse and could not resist putting my hand up her skirt. 

“Oh that’s lovely, but be patient only a few more steps.”

We stripped off and as she got on the bed, I heard that familiar sound of plastic. Laying there in all her glory, I could not help myself as I knelt over her lovely bushy cunt.

“Oh yes you perverted fucker eat my cunt. But be prepared I dribble and piss a lot.”

Hazel started groaning as I burrowed my tongue into her hairy folds, seeking out and finding her engorged, clit. Sucking it she started pulling his head into  her slack wet sex.

 “Yes, yes you fucker, give mummy what she wants.”

Her piss hole was pushing out lovely hot nectar which was flowing down between her fat arse cheeks. He drank from that well, tasting it as it flowed from her. She started to lift up her arse and he did not need to be told.  Wantonly my fingers went up her shithole pushing them in  as far as I could.

Hazel just loved it and as she pushed her arse down covering all his fingers. “Fist fuck me you sexy fucker.” It was all new to me as it seemed like an out-of-body, especially when I felt her push out a massive piss explosion and at the same time could feel a fat turd.

As Hazel calmed down, she said, “Brian that was one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had. Now get the lovely cock into my wet hole.”

He was so ready to cum that he shot four or five times. Moreover, as he calmed down pissed for ages up her hole.

Over a nice cup of tea in her living room the following week Hazel told me some more of her piss adventures, but that is for the next story.