Once clean and refreshed I repeated the walk of shame back to Gary's bedroom where he was now dressed and strumming his guitar.
As he had band practice the next evening we agreed to meet again on Wednesday night at 7, when his Mum would be at bingo.
When I got to the bottom of the stairs his Dad came out of the kitchen with a mug of tea in his hand. With the other he grabbed my arm; "Enjoy that did you?" He menacingly whispered, making me blush. "You don't have to just come around when they are here... there's another cock waiting for you as well."
I nervously shook my head. "I'll give you a fiver for a wank and a feel of your tits." he spat out, still holding my arm. I shook my head and looked upstairs pondering if I should shout for Gary or Dekka. "A fiver... just for a wank and a look at your tits... that's all." He leared.
Five pounds was a lot of money at the time and I quickly thought it over before nodding, "when?"
He salaciously grinned at me; "tomorrow after lunch? I can be back from work at about one o'clock?"
I meekly nodded again and he let go of my arm; but his hand fell to my bum, which he squeezed then lifted the hem of my dress to look at my stocking tops and knickers; "I prefer the other ones with the suspenders by the way; especially if I'm paying!"
I got the message.
The following morning I was in turmoil, not knowing if I could go through with it as my shenanigans with Gary and his brother had always seemed so 'natural'... but meeting their Dad, even just to wank him off, seemed different... much more different.
None the less, dressed in a cheesecloth shirt exposing lots of boobage and an above the knee kilt that covered Mummy's American Tan stockings and a white suspender belt and white knickers. My platform shoes, as usual made my tits bounce as I scurried across the estate; gaining a couple of appreciative sideways glances from a postman and a man walking his dog.
At the house, I was early but knocked anyway to no response, so knocked again -- nothing. Slightly relieved I turned to walk away only to see Gary's Dad huffing and puffing along the street, waving for my attention.
"SHIT!"
"The bus was late." he gasped as he put his key in the door, "never mind... better late than never." the old man wheezed.
Once inside he leered at me again, making me feel dirty and a little bit frightened.
"Are you ready?" He muttered, then fumbled in his pocket and puled out my £5 note and handed it to me. My hand was shaking as I took it off him and put it in my jacket pocket.
"Do you want a cup of tea first?" He smiled. I shook my head.
"Let's get on with it then." The tubby man sniggered and led me into the sitting room, already unbuckling his belt. "Is this okay?" he pointed at the settee.
I nodded and took my denim jacket off.
"You're looking fucking sexy." he grinned as he began pulling his trousers down, "that's good, are them stockings?"
I nodded.
"Sussies as well?"
I nodded again.
"Show me then." he was almost salivating now.
I took a deep breath, counted to three then lifted my kilt up to show him my underwear as he sat on the sofa stroking his dick through his underpants..
"Fucking Hell... that's sexy, come closer so I can have a feel."
I shuffled forward so he could stroke my stocking clad legs, but flinched when he ran his fingers over my knickers.
"Don't pretend you're fucking shy Princess... we both know what you've been up to and what you're here for." He now sounded a bit menacing.
Still stroking my legs he grunted, "get your tits out then, it's what I'm paying for.
My heart was racing as I unbuttoned my shirt, then dropped it on the floor, then with shaking fingers unfastened my bra and slowly dropped it too.
"Oh fuck.... they're fucking beauties... I bet they're like fucking rubber too... judging by how 'perky' they are!" With one hand cupping my arse he groped my tits with the other, surprisingly sensitively for such a tough man.
He'd opened his shirt now revealing a very hairy chest that also covered his fat belly and his thighs too; something neither son had.
"Kneel beside me on here." He patted the cushion next to him and did what he told me, still holding my kilt to my waist.
I had to get past the cigarette and sweaty grimy odour coming off him; worse than Dekka, but not enough to stop me... that's for sure.
As he pulled his grubby underpants down I thought my eyes were going top pop out when I saw how fat it was. Even though it wasn't really hard, it was as thick as a Pepsi bottle, as it stood out from his hairy waist.
"On you go Princess." he panted, making his cock twitch.
Even if he hadn't paid me I'd have still wanted to wank it. I caressed it with my fingers then teased his floppy foreskin back and it twitched again, but still wasn't erect.
The Dad began sucking on my tits while squeezing my arse and stroking my legs, which helped his cock swell. I wrapped my hand around the ever thickening shaft and began tugging it up and down, making him sigh.
I soon got into a rhythm, and his cock eventually got really hard and... long, not as long as Derek's probably but much fatter.
His stubbled chin was scratching my fleshy tits, but I didn't mind as I stared at my hand wanking the old man's cock.
We were like this for 5 or more minutes with him showing no signs of cumming, when he panted, "I tell you what; lie down beside me... that'll be more comfortable for you."
The bastard was lying of course, because as soon as I lay next to him, frantically jerking his cock, he pulled my legs apart, tucking his arm beneath the top one, then buried his face in my nylon covered pussy... making me gasp. His fingers deftly pulled my gusset to one side and he immediately began slurping on and licking my pussy... which was already wet and tingling.
"Oh fuck!" I gasped as his tongue flashed across my clitoris then down to my tender arsehole and back again, over and over again.
As I revelled in the sensations he was giving me, I realised that there was nothing else for it... and I'd give him better value for money and pulled his fat cock into my mouth... as he'd hoped; I'd guess.
