My apologies for the time taken to get this episode out - out of town on business. Enjoy.
Gigolo(6)
The fabulous Fiona Fields, fading movie star kept me with her for three days at $5000 a day. Mostly in bed. I took her to the airport and she lovingly kissed me goodbye. I went home to mum and died in the rack, completely fucked out. Miranda let me sleep for about 18 hours before waking me with a cup of coffee.
“This job of yours is taking it out of you, Allen. I hope it’s not too much.”
“No Miranda. Just that some of the sessions are a bit tiring.” She thought my job was market research.
She frowned at me. “Please take care then. Oh, and there’s a message for you from Mrs. Croker. She wants to see you at 2pm.”
I duly obliged and duly fucked her and her daughter, Crystal, finishing off between the latter’s large firm tits and giving her a pearl necklace. She laughed. “Jeez, Allen. I’d have thought mum would have wrung that out of you, but you had plenty for me. Mum asked me to tell you that you have been booked by Betty from the Misty Valley Flower Shop for tonight. She asked if you could be there about sixish when she closes up.”
I wondered whether it had something to do with Dorothy, Betty’s daughter whom I had made into a cinderella and then shagged. Or was it Betty? I remembered the attractive grey haired lady in her sixties and the thought that having somebody that old would be interesting.
Betty was just closing the shop when I arrived. “Come in, come in, young man. Let’s go upstairs for a drinky.” Her beaming smile shone like a beacon. She really was an attractive old bird. As we moved up the stairs to the living quarters, I followed her still shapely figure watching her broad behind swaying just feet in front of me. The dress she had on was knee length and I had a good look at the dimpled backs of her knees. She produced a couple of glasses of chilled white wine, and after giving me mine, she clinked her glass against it. “To you, Allen. You did wonders with Dorothy. I swear she hasn’t spent a night at home since. She is making up for lost time and I doubt she’s been to bed with the same man twice, lucky girl.” Betty giggled again and took a large swallow of wine and sat down on the divan, patting the seat beside her. “Tell me what you have been up to lately. And I want all the dirty details. Leave nothing out.” She reached out, picked up the wine bottle and filled our glasses.
So I told her, amused by the flush appearing on her lower neck. The dress was buttoned to the neck but her large round breasts heaved noticeably as I recounted each of my little adventures. “Oh my, Fiona Fields!” she squealed. “The lucky bitch! Three days she had you.” She sighed and looked pensive. “If only.”
“Betty, why am I here?”
“Oh, I’m sorry Allen, I should have told you earlier. You’re here for my younger sister. She’s only a year younger but she needs as much of a lift that Dorothy got, although you don’t have to go to the mall with her. Jane went through a messy divorce over 20 years ago and I seriously doubt that she has had a man since. You don’t have to take her to bed, but if you get to that stage, she is staying in the spare bedroom.” Her eyes twinkled merrily. “Like me, she’s probably forgotten how anyway. I’ve forgotten what a man induced orgasm was like, it’s been so long. I’ve booked you into that nice restaurant over the road, so enjoy.”
Before I could respond, the door bell rang and I stood as Betty ushered Jane in. She was a big, big woman who towered over her sister by at least a head. Her face was tanned but smooth and she had solemn brown eyes. She wore a coat that effectively disguised her body but it was still clear that she possessed a pair of monumental breasts. Her waist had long disappeared and she had sturdy but shapely legs that were also tanned. Betty introduced us and over a couple wines, I found out that Jane was the owner of a riding school outside town.
We were ushered out and crossed the road to the restaurant which was indeed very nice. Over a couple of bottles of wine, Jane loosened up as I plied her with understated charm, and more wine than me. She had slipped her coat off on entry and was wearing what could only be described as a tent. Her hair was cut as a helmet and while mainly dark, showed some grey streaks. As she leant forward to listen to what I was saying, her huge breasts rested on the table top. I couldn’t help it. My eyes flickered downward then back up in time to catch a brief smile, the first of the evening. The topic of conversation changed. It had been horses - now it was.....
“Do you like large breasts, Allen?” Does an alcoholic like gin? “My bastard husband found them awful after the birth of my second daughter. He made me cover them up whenever he made love to me. And that became very infrequent, until he stopped altogether. Eventually, as soon as the kids left home, he took off with a flat chested harlot and divorced me five years later. Not only that, he left me with enormous debt that I have only just overcome. Christ he was a right cunt!” She saw my slightly raised eyebrows. “My language has always been a bit salty and that disturbs my darling sister. Betty has stuck by me through and through, and I love her dearly. But when you are around horses, the only language they understand is basic to say the least. Dumbest animals on the planet......next to men that is.” She almost grinned at that one as I gave her a pained look. “Allen, you may be the exception. I haven’t enjoyed myself like this in many, many years. I like you. You don’t press, you don’t try to take over and you’ve got more out of me than I care to admit. Yes, very enjoyable.” She raised her glass and looked at me expectantly. “What now?” she asked.
“I believe Betty left a nightcap out for us,” I said, not knowing whether it was true or not. As we strolled arm in arm over the road, Jane leant against me, one big firm breast pressed into my ribcage. The lights were on in the living room but there was no nightcap to be seen. “Maybe it’s in your room,” I suggested innocently.
“Maybe it is. Why don’t we have a look.”
The room was lit by a table lamp but there was no drinkies. She looked at me and I pulled her into my arms and kissed her thoroughly. She returned the kiss as I worked her coat off her shoulders and threw it behind her. Immediately my hand went to one of her majestic breasts and discovered that although she was wearing a bra, I could feel the outline of a very large nipple. I groaned into her mouth, surrendered her breast and reached behind her large torso to run the zip of the dress down. I reached in and cradled the large orbs of her bum and gripped and caressed them. Until then Jane had her arms around my neck. Now she reached between us, undid the belt, flipped the button and slid my zip down. My cock was hard as a rock. She pulled my underpants down and gasped into my mouth as her hand clutched my erect dick. She pulled back and looked down.
“I’ve seen bigger, but only on horses. What a fucking beauty! Certainly beats the wee willie my old man had, and that is the only one I’ve seen. Big, thick and meaty - and what a pair of balls! My god, I’ve got to have that. Get naked, lad.”
I quickly stripped and watched goggle eyed as she slid her dress off to puddle at her feet revealing monster tits encased in a double hammock of a bra. She had a deep tan down to her neck then on her forearms and to her knees; the rest of her was milky white. I stood there in front of her, my prick waving and throbbing as she pulled the shoulder straps off, slid them down her arms, then pushed the cups down and off her breasts. They exploded and hung low to the middle of her rounded stomach. The sight of her huge milk veined breasts rolling and swaying almost undid me. The nipples were dark brown on massive areolae the size of a saucer. The nipples were broad with a small hole in the centre. She pulled the bra around and undid the catch and let it drop. She licked her lips as she gazed at my pre-cum leaking erection and began to push her panties down over her large hips. As she leant forward to push them down over knees, her magnificent breasts swung forward, elongating. I nearly dropped my load at the sight. She stayed in that position and inched forward until she could lick my shaft like a lollipop. Taking the glans in her hot mouth, Jane gave the piss hole a lick and then sucked. My knees buckled.