This is the fourth part of a multi part story following our heroin, the 50 year old Miss Deb, also known as the Handjob Queen, through a normal work day supplying relief to her clients.
When Phil left Deb stripped off her panties, damp now with both her own moisture plus some slobber from him. She threw them into the hamper in the laundry room and went to her bedroom for a fresh pair. But when she entered her room, she was thinking more about her thrumming lady bits than clean underwear. She flopped onto the bed, pulled her knees up and dipped two fingers of her right hand into her swollen pussy. Thus lubricated she began dragging those two fingers slowly between her outer and inner labia, lightly squeezing her clit hood as she reached the top of her slit. She completed this maneuver slowly over and over, feeling her clit start to throb and harden. Now and then she would re-dip her fingers into her hot hole to moisten them.
For a moment she thought about grabbing her handy Hitachi that stayed plugged in and ready beside her bed but decided against it. She was plenty close to orgasm without the need of industrial vibes to push her over the edge. She let her legs down and got to the business of rubbing her clit. Her left hand reached up under her shirt to pinch and roll her nipples. Her fingers started rubbing hard and fast over the nub of her clit. Her legs flexed and released, over and over as if she was grinding her pussy into something other than her own hand.
She always thought it was odd that her preferred position to jack herself off was more similar to a man's way of doing it that any female she'd ever seen. Legs straight out and toes pointed away, thigh muscles straining in what would be a thrust if there was something to thrust against. Her clit was swollen and sensitive as her fingers danced side to side over it, picking up speed as she pushed her mound upwards. She felt her orgasm building and spreading as she continued to pinch her nipples harder, right hand becoming a blur as she peaked. A deep moan that seemed impossible to squelch was coming from her throat. Finally, she got over the top and it was there, like fireworks behind her closed eyes. Her pussy clamped with each contraction, as did the muscles in her legs. Over and over, she clenched, her entire body lurching on the bed as she road out her orgasm. Sweat popped on her forehead and under her large breasts. After the last contraction she laid perfectly still other than her heaving breasts as her lungs drew in air.
Once she caught her breath she grabbed the iPad from the nightstand, set an alarm for one hour, then rolled onto her side for a nap. She felt quite sexy laying there drifting off, smelling her musk on her fingers as her body relaxed and gave in to sleep.
When the alarm woke her, she felt refreshed, and she could still feel her hairless pussy lips sliding against each other in their dampness. She jumped off the bed, went to the bathroom to pee, and decided she wouldn't be replacing her underwear after all. Her shirt hung at just the right level to sometimes expose her pussy as she walked and other times kept it hid. She was sure that her next client, Walter, would appreciate the view.
Walter was both her oldest client at 73 years old, and her first client. He was their neighbor and had been friends with Deb and Jim since they had moved to this property 12 years ago. His wife had died 5 years prior and for some reason Jim had decided that it was his calling to see to it that the old man would be able to have a means of getting off now that he was alone. Deb understood at the time that Jim was putting himself in the old man's shoes and was treating him in the manner that he himself would want to be treated in the same situation.
She remembered clearly the night they had sprung their plan on Walter. He was over at the house watching a Braves game with them and drinking beer. Deb was wearing running shorts without panties under them and a Braves jersey that was unbuttoned far enough to show off some cleavage. Both had noticed Walter keeping an eye on her titties all afternoon and she had made sure to flash him a couple glimpses of her shaved snatch up through the legs of the loose shorts throughout the day as well.
When Deb went to the kitchen to grab some more beers Walter said, "You are a lucky man, Jim. You have one very fine-looking wife right there."
"Yes sir, I thank my lucky stars every day I wake up beside her." Then, Jim lowered his voice as if he was keeping a secret. "Listen here Walter. Would you like to see a bit more of my young lady? I'm betting she'd be willing to give us a bit of a show if you're up for it."
Walter really perked up at that. "I would love to see as much as she is willing to show...as long as you don't think it will change our friendship."
"Nah, as you know we aren't exactly prudish in this house," Jim said chuckling.
When she returned with three beers, she handed one to Walter, then came over to give one to her husband. As she held it out to him, he reached up and started unbuttoning her jersey. When it was open, he grabbed the beer and she returned to the chair she'd been sitting in. Once seated, she nonchalantly pulled the shirt open completely exposing her large breasts. She used the cold beer bottle to tease each nipple to an erect state. At one point she looked Walter straight in the eyes then pinched and rolled both nipples in her fingers. She lifted both her heavy breasts and pressed them together, then let them drop. She watched as both Jim and Walter shifted in their seats to give some room to their swelling cocks. They were sitting at either end of the couch and were no longer watching the baseball game at all.
"Honey, come stand in front of use so we can admire how beautiful you are," Jim told her.
She got up, removed the shirt and went to stand between them. Jim stood up and walked behind her. He turned her toward Walter, then reached around and hefted her heavy breasts in his hands. He jiggled them and tweaked her nipples. He dropped her tits and turned her again, now toward him.
"Bend over a bit honey," he told his wife. "Walter, would you please lower her shorts?"
