Old Andy was touring in a small outback town. When he arrived he stepped off the bus, collected his bag and found his way to the town's pub. He entered the bar, put his bag down beside him and perched himself on a high stool where he waited for service. Another elderly gent, whom Andy thought looked very much like himself, stood next to him as he sipped on a beer.
The other man acknowledged Andy.
"Gidday!" he said to Andy, "Nice weather today! Just get in?"
"Yep," replied Andy, "Just passing through. Thought I might spend a few days here. Say, maybe you can help me. I'm on the pension and I don't have a lot of cash. Know any good spots to stay?"
"Sure!" came the reply. "Right here in the pub is probably the best value in town, I reckon. I've been here for three weeks now and I'm in the same boat as you."
Andy looked at him. "You've been here for three weeks? So this is a good spot to stay, is it?"
"Not bad!" The other man said. Then he leaned in close and spoke confidentially. "There's a terrific little hooker here, just around the corner at Marla's, who's hard to beat! And she's not expensive. I can just manage it on my pension once a week, but it doesn't leave me anything for my bus fare back to Sydney."
Andy's beer arrived. He grinned as he took a sip. "So you're trapped here, eh? It's either a bit of pussy or a bus fare, eh?"
"Something like that!" the other man said. "Actually, I couldn't take the bus back to Sydney even if I wanted to! Sitting for five hours straight? I can't even sit up on this barstool for ten minutes to drink a beer!"
Andy looked at him. The other fellow leaned in close again.
"Go to Marla's and ask for Elizabeth!" he whispered. "Check out her cheapest service! You'll see what I'm talking about."
"Okay, thanks for the advice!" Andy clinked glasses with his new friend and drained his beer. "Guess I'll check my bag in at reception! Thanks for the tip!"
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Old Andy booked a room at the reception desk and checked in his bag. Then he wondered what to do with himself. He stepped out onto the main street and decided to look for Marla's.
He walked up and down a few streets before he found it. He pressed a door buzzer and was admitted by the Madam. She showed him into a waiting lounge.
"Have a seat here, sir!" she told him. "I have three lovely ladies here today for your pleasure! I shall send them out to meet you! In the meantime please have a look at this folder of our services and their prices!"
"Thank you, Ma'am!"
Old Andy sat down and examined the House Menu. He wasn't expecting too much, after all he was in a small country town. He saw all the usual services and noted that the prices seemed about the same, as best he could reckon, as inner Sydney prices, and he wondered if he could afford any of them on his pensioner's budget. Then his eye caught the very last item on the list. It read 'B&D: PLEASE ASK YOUR SERVICE PROVIDER FOR DETAILS'.
B&D? He presumed this meant 'Bondage & Discipline'. Old Andy sat up and paid attention. He loved submitting to pretty young female sex workers, and he decided to enquire about this with the girls as they came through.
At this moment the first girl stepped into the room. Andy studied her as she stepped towards him across the floor. Wow! She was a beauty! She was tall and shapely with high firm breasts, a tightly nipped waist and broad hips. Her legs were long and shapely and she wore elegant high heels. She stepped to Andy and stood before him and introduced herself.
"Hello, sir!" she said, "I'm Elizabeth! It's lovely to meet you, sir!"
Old Andy looked up at her and took in her attire. She wore a lacy black brassiere and matching high waisted panties, and a black suspender belt and stockings. He studied her face and head. She had a wide face with a petite upturned nose, full lips and dark flashing eyes. So this was Elizabeth! The fellow at the bar wasn't kidding.
"Hello, Miss!" Old Andy replied, "it's lovely to meet you too!"
Elizabeth went to move away from him to leave the room - which would have given him a nice view of her backside - but old Andy stopped her.
"Excuse me, Miss," he asked, "but can you tell me about the B&D please, Miss?"
Elizabeth turned back to him. "Yes, sir," she replied, "we don't have a proper dungeon here but I have a few things of my own which I can use on you! I have a whip and a cane, some handcuffs, and some genital torture implements. I permit intimate body worship and I can give you a very nice measured hand relief!"
"Gosh, Miss!" Old Andy whimpered, his penis stiffening in his trousers, "that sounds good, Miss! And how much would it cost, Miss?"
"Well, sir, you look like a gentleman of advanced years! May I ask if you're a pensioner by any chance, and if so, whether you have your pensioner's card with you?"
"Yes, I am and I do!"
"Well that's lovely, because it means I can offer you a special discount today!"
Elizabeth gave old Andy prices for three different session lengths both with and without sex. The cheapest session of thirty minutes without sex, with a pensioner's discount applied, was just within his budget but he would need to wait until Thursday when his pension money came in at the post office before he'd be able to buy a bus ticket to the next destination on his list.
"Thank you, Miss!" Andy replied. "Thank you, sir!" Elizabeth replied and she turned and walked off, giving him a perfect view of her lovely bottom.
She left the room and the remaining two girls came through one after the other. They were both unattractive and Andy dismissed them. Finally the Madam reappeared.
"Well, sir?" she asked, "Did any of the girls take your fancy, sir?"
"Yes, Ma'am! I'd like to have Elizabeth for thirty minutes of B&D without sex, please Ma'am, with a pensioner's discount applied, please Ma'am!"
"Yes of course! And would you be a submissive elderly pensioner from out of town, sir?"
"I am indeed, Ma'am!" Old Andy replied, "just passing through, Ma'am, just passing through!" He showed the Madam his pensioner's card and paid her most of the cash remaining in his wallet. She counted his notes and pocketed them. "Thank you, sir, come with me and I'll show you to your room!"
The Madam led old Andy up the central corridor of the premises to a cosy bedroom-like room which incorporated a toilet and a shower in one corner.
"Strip off and take a shower now, sir, and Elizabeth will be in to see you shortly, sir!"
"Yes, Ma'am, thank you, Ma'am!"
The Madam left the room and old Andy undressed and showered. He washed thoroughly, paying particular attention to his underarms, bottom and genitals. Then he turned off the taps and stepped out onto the bath mat.
As he dried himself he began to pull and squeeze his penis and balls in anticipation of his forthcoming session with the lovely young Elizabeth. And it was at this moment that the door opened and she stepped into the room carrying a long zippered bag which apparently held her B&D implements. She placed it on the bed and then turned to him.
She studied his swelling erection and his squeezing fingers.
"Hello, you dirty old thing!" she greeted him. "Look at you, standing there in the nude masturbating to a pretty young Miss who's young enough to be your granddaughter! You should be spanked for your bad behavior, shouldn't you, pet?"
"I'm sorry, Miss!" Andy whimpered in reply as he submissively stroked himself to full erection before her, "I get all submissive and randy, Miss, and I can't help myself, Miss!" As he masturbated to her he lifted his erection high to show her his full length including his dangling scrotum, and he tilted his pelvis and parted his thighs to let his balls hang and swing between them.
She studied the rampant member, the squeezing, stroking fingers and the dangling, jiggling balls. He was a dirty old thing who would benefit from a good dose of the whip, she thought. And she knew what an excited mature erection could do during masturbation.
"And are you going to cum prematurely for me, you dirty old thing, and spoil everything?" she asked.
"I'll try not to, Miss!" grunted Andy as he continued to stroke to her.
She sat at the side of the bed and unzipped her bag.
"That doesn't sound very convincing to me, pet!" she informed him. "Now you'll take your fingers off your cock this instant before you have the most dreadful accident!"
"Yes, Miss!"
Reluctantly Andy withdrew his stroking fingers. He clenched and unclenched his wanking fist at his side as he watched his erection lurch and jump uselessly as it sought its release.
"And now you'll bring your big sausage here to me!" came the order, "And your big balls too! And I shall bind you so you can masturbate for me continuously during our session together but you won't be able to cum, not until the end of our session when I'll remove your binds and relieve you! Would you like that, you dirty old thing?"
"Yes please, Miss!" Andy whimpered. He waddled forward with his rampant genitalia bobbing. He stood before her with his hands at his sides and his rampant erection jerking before her nose.
She stared at his equipment. His erection was a long, thick, butchers-sausage-of-a- thing, a little bumpy, circumcised, and slightly bent off to one side. His glans was pointed and velvety and its urethra gasped at her like a little vertical fish's mouth, already pooled in its milky drool. She fingered the rampant length up and down to test its firmness and solidity. Andy grunted under her touch and stiffened to it.
"Oh yes, it's a monster!" she commented, "and you've been playing with it, haven't you? And now you will hold it high at your belly so that I can inspect your balls!"
"Yes, Miss!"
Andy lifted his erection to his belly by its glans using cawed fingertips. His erection stood banana-like before her whilst his scrotum hung below. Elizabeth brought her polished fingertips to his scrotum. She pulled its contents down to form and separate it into two halves. Then she pulled the lumpy gourds wide and gently squeezed them between her thumbs and forefingers to gauge their size, weight and density.
"Nngh! Miss Elizabeth!" Andy grunted as mild visceral pain rippled through his groin.
She looked up at his scowling face.
