decided I needed a new start. After packing a few things into an old sports bag, I found myself in a small pub in the backstreets of London. The landlady was a tall, elegant woman with long blonde which flowed over her shoulders and down her cleavage, clearly visible between the white V-neck blouse she was wearing. She was probably in her mid-fifties, but seemed to have a younger air about her. She served me a cool beer as eighties music filled the air from the old jukebox in the corner.
'Hard day?' she asked.
'Yeah' I replied 'been searching for a place to stay'.
'Well, if you need a bed, I think I might be able to help you'.
I looked at her with a frown.
she smiled at me. 'I have an empty bed-sit upstairs you can rent if you're interested, plus I need a new barman'.
'Ok' I said.
She smiled again. 'When you've finished your drink, I'll show you the room. By the way, my name is Victoria. Mel, can you watch the bar for a while?'
The slim, blonde barmaid nodded ad gave her a wink.
'I'm Pete' I said, grabbing my bag and following her through the bar area. We went through a door marked 'private' and up a few flights of stairs.
'My flat is just above the pub' she told me 'the spare bed-sit is on the top floor, next door to Sarah. I'm sure you'll get on great together!'
The bed-sit wasn't very big, but it had everything I could need. There was a small kitchen area with a breakfast bar and a bathroom with a shower cubicle big enough to fit two people in comfortably. The main living area had a black sofa bed, a black reclining armchair and a thick soft rug in the centre of the floor.
'Very nice' I said.
'I'm glad you like it' said Victoria. 'If you come back downstairs to my place, we can sort out the paperwork'.
We walked back down two flights of stairs and into Victoria's flat. It looked like the one upstairs, but twice as big. The main difference was it had a living room and a bedroom.
Victoria dug around on a desk in one corner of the living room and found a contract for the bed-sit. I read through it, finding nothing odd, then signed it at the bottom.
'There you go' I said, handing it back to her. 'Signed, sealed and delivered'
'SWALK' she said.
'What? Oh, yeah - sealed with a loving kiss'
'Hmmm, yes, but I think w can do better than a kiss!' She said, beginning to undo my belt and pulling me towards the bedroom.
Once through the doorway, she let go of me and lay down on the king size bed, pulling her skirt up to her hips.
I glanced around the room. On the dressing table, an assortment of about a dozen dildos of various shapes and sizes sat in front of a huge mirror in which you could see yourself from the bed.
'I'd go mad if I didn't have at least one orgasm a day.' smiled Victoria.
Looking back to the bed, I saw that she had three fingers in her pussy, which was already dribbling with her juices.
I dropped my trousers and knelt between her legs. She took hold of my swelling cock and stroked it before guiding it toward her pussy. I slid easily into her, burying my cock root deep into her flesh. She gasped, then moaned deeply as I filled her hole, squirming beneath my hips.
'Oh, yes!' she said, moving a hand back down between her legs. She started flicking her clit with a finger, then felt under her pillow for a tiny vibrator which she pressed against her clit. I could feel the vibrations as I
Pulled my cock out of her, then sank back into her with a hard thrust. She might have been in her fifties, but she still had a fairly tight pussy and it felt like she'd been keeping up with the pelvic floor muscle exercises.
My cock throbbed inside her as I increased my rhythm, getting faster and faster, feeling the tingling from the vibrator through my shaft. Pretty soon I could hold back no longer and pushed hard into her as I felt my cock explode and her pussy tightened as I shot my cum deep into her.
We got cleaned up and smiled at each other.
'I might just have to change your contract to include one of those a week!' she smiled. 'Let's go back down to the bar and I'll show you around'.
I worked the afternoon in the bar, then Victoria gave me couple of days free to get my stuff sorted in the bed-sit. I had just got to the top of the stairs with my bike when the door next to mine opened and a girl in a white bathrobe looked out.
'You must be Pete.' she said. 'I'm Sarah. Could you spare a moment to do me a favour?'
'Sure' I said, and I followed her into her bed-sit.
Her place was furnished just like mine, only it looked lived in. On the coffee table in front of her sofa bed stood a glass and a bottle of wine, with most of the contents missing. Next to the bottle was a pair of those battery operated tweezers you use to remove unwanted eyebrow hairs. She passed the tweezers to me and sat down, taking a large mouthful of wine.
