I'm in my third year of studies at a university in New England. The money I receive from scholarships is a great help in financing my education, but it doesn't cover everything. To make ends meet, I work the night shift at a gas station near the campus. It's a very easy job involving little more than taking the customers' money or charging their credit cards. Since the owner recently installed pumps that accept credit cards, I have almost nothing to do and serve as little more than a night watchman.
It's the perfect job for me because it allows me plenty of study time. When I'm caught up on my studies, I generally pull out a fuck book, ogle the pictures, and jack off under the counter. I have even shot loads with customers pumping gas a few feet away! The adrenaline rushes were awesome! Late one night with no customers in sight, I was drooling over some imaginative fuck pictures and stroking my eight-inch cock under the counter when a very expensive foreign car pulled into the only full-service bay. I was surprised because the bay is rarely used, especially at that hour. I had even suggested to the boss that he make it self serve. If he had, I might not be telling this story.
Cursing under my breath, I stuffed my rigid cock back in my pants and tried to think away my hard-on. It softened somewhat and I made my way to the car where a distinguished-looking old man patiently waited. He was probably in his seventies, with well-groomed silver hair, a golden tan, and bright blue eyes. He was well-dressed in an expensive suit and silk tie. He quickly shifted his eyes when I caught him staring at the bulge that lingered in my crotch.
When I had filled his tank, I turned to him and asked for a credit card. Instead of a card, he handed me two twenties. I was very surprised that someone like him would pay in cash. I realize now that it was because he did not want to reveal his identity; you will soon understand why. It's against the station's policy to accept cash at night when only one attendant is on duty and signs are clearly posted to that effect. When I told him I couldn't make change, he winked and said, "That's all right, young man, you keep the change."
He asked if he could use the restroom, but instead of walking in the direction I pointed, he followed me into the station. I figured he was gay and meant to hit on me. I was prepared to politely decline any offer. I was plenty horny, but not desperate enough for a blowjob from an old man. "Young man, I have a proposition for you," he said.
"Here it comes," I thought. Thinking that he wanted to suck my dick on the leather back seat of his fancy car, I opened my mouth to say I wasn't interested. But before I could get the words out, he made me an offer I couldn't refuse. "I'm too old to waste my precious time on small talk, so I will get right to the point. My wife is waiting for me in the car. She is ovulating and I would very much like to impregnate her tonight so that I have an heir. However, at my age, I require a great deal of stimulation to make that possible. Pornography no longer works for me as it does for you." I had forgotten about the fuck book that I had carelessly left on the counter. He was clearly amused by my embarrassment.
"Even live sex shows don't work anymore unless my wife participates," he continued. "I especially enjoy watching her suck the penises of young men like yourself. I'll pay you a hundred dollars. I will only watch, nothing more." He nodded at the bulge in my pants and said, "You obviously could use the service." I was dumbfounded. I had never had such a proposition made to me and didn't know how to respond. He took my hesitation as indifference. "Oh, but of course, you will want to see her before you make your decision. How foolish of me not to think of it sooner."
I followed him to the car. He tapped on the window and it came sliding down. His trophy wife was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. I hadn't noticed her before because of the tinted windows. She stared straight ahead, completely ignoring me. Short, curly black hair framed a face reminiscent of a young Elizabeth Taylor. She had a dog collar cinched around her neck with a leash attached to it and was clad in a black leather dress so low-cut that it seemed to be held up only by her nipples.
"Is this all right with you, ma'am?" I asked, and then felt like a country bumpkin for addressing her as ma'am. Her nod was almost imperceptible. "I would prefer that you didn't speak to her," the old man admonished. "This must be very impersonal, purely physical."
I pinched myself to be sure I wasn't dreaming. "Sure, I'll do it," I said. What all-American boy would pass up a deal like that? Assuming that the deed would be done in the car, I reached for the door. "Is there someplace inside?" the old man asked.
After glancing around to make sure no one was nearby, he opened the front door and told the woman to get out. That's when I noticed that her arms were manacled behind her back. He took the leash and led her toward the station. I followed behind, ogling the woman's round, leather-clad ass. The short dress was so tight that I could see the flesh jiggle as she walked. After locking the door, I directed them to a small employee lunchroom. If any customers showed up, the video monitor installed for that purpose would alert me.
The leather dress had a zipper running down the front. The old man pulled it down to her navel and her beautiful pear-shaped tits came spilling out. "These are the real thing," he said, fondling them roughly. "Stick them out, bitch," he said. She arched her back as if offering me her tits. "Go ahead, feel them," he urged. I took a tit in each hand. Damn, they were nice! I can almost feel them now. I flicked the protruding nipples with my thumbs. "Go ahead and suck them if you like. If you can make her horny, all the better. She'll do a better job on you." I bent down and sucked her nipples until they doubled in size.
The man peeled her like a banana, pulling the zipper all the way down and letting the leather dress to fall to the floor. She stood naked except for a tiny leather bikini. He yanked it down and roughly fondled her pussy. "Go ahead and feel her pussy, if you like," he offered. I had never felt a shaved pussy before. Without the hair to interfere, I had my first really good feel of a pussy. She stared straight ahead, giving no sign of either revulsion or pleasure at having a stranger's fingers exploring her cunt. Then I thought I detected a subtle increase in her breathing rate. "Would it be all right if I licked it just a little?" I asked, determined to get a rise out of her. He told me to help myself. I knelt and stared at the prettiest pussy I had ever seen. I ran my tongue up the slit and swirled it around her prominent clit. I could have kept my mouth glued to that wonder of nature for hours, but the old man soon told me to stop. One last pass up her slot convinced me that not all of the wetness there had come from my tongue.
