It started out as a bit of a joke, looking at pictures on the internet of an old, large, fat, shaven woman who had posted over 500 images of her body. Some showed her partially dressed, some naked, some having sex, masturbating, and inserting objects into her cunt, even having sex with several men at one time. She looked like an aged aunt or perhaps a cleaning lady, cellulite dimpled thighs, rolls of fat covering her cleanly shaven mons, huge flaccid breasts resting on her stomach with a friendly florid round face that gave the impression she had walked off a farm.
After discovering this group I thought it great fun to flick through the hundreds of shots what a laugh, but the more of her I saw the more turned on I was becoming. Each day she posted new pictures at around lunchtime gradually I started to look forward to seeing what position she would be adopting what would her fat legs be wrapped around today, a dildo, some old guys head, a torch, assorted vegetables just about anything vaguely phallic appeared welcome inside her. Or would she be laid out naked in some crappy old car with some losers grubby fingers buried in her ample cunt. Her pictures represented a sordid underworld that my affluent middle class lifestyle seldom came across but increasingly I wanted to be a part of it having the balls to initiate a contact was the difficult part.
I sat down to eat a sandwich logged into her group and called up the latest image `Two at a Time` no prizes for guessing what was going on, an overweight hirsute middle aged man was taking her from behind while she gave a balding pensioner a blow job. Her belly and tits hung down on the gaudy bedspread all appeared to be enjoying themselves. The next picture posted was her outdoors sitting on a chequered blanket, neat hair, pearl earrings, bare chested empty tits sagging down with pale nipples pointed at the ground. Her spotted skirt had risen up to her waist revealing the trademark shaven pussy, her cunt lips were puffy and what appeared to be cum was seeping out on to the rug. There was cum seeping out in my office I had never been so turned on by a picture yet this woman was ugly, fat, dirty and around twenty years older than me.
I emailed her to explain my reaction to the pictures not really expecting a response but she mailed back immediately with a picture of her spread eagled across the front of an old Toyota with a fat hairy bald male fucking her from behind, her head was turned to the camera a broad grin across her moon face. Beneath she asked me some basic details about myself and explained that she was married with an older disinterested husband and liked afternoon sessions especially outdoors. Over the following days we mailed each other frequently discussing her sex acts and what I would like to do to her, she claimed to live around fifty miles from my office but I was skeptical half expecting the whole thing to be a fraud, then she mailed me a telephone number and asked me to call, it was the correct area code for the town in which she claimed to live, oh shit what was I getting into.
The following afternoon I wrote the number on a post it and plucked up the courage to call her, it must be a con, one of those premium rate chat lines. On about the third ring she picked up a small, smoky, sexy voice with a West Country accent who after basic introductions started to describe in graphic detail her likes and dislikes the former were too numerous to mention the latter severe bondage and sex with other women. My erection was rampant I was oblivious to anything that was happening in the office outside my door, she asked what I would like to do to her, bend her over my desk play with her till she was very wet slowly using her cunt then move on to her ass parting her big fat cheeks before entering her back passage and fucking her roughly. Then withdrawing and letting her clean every inch of my rapidly shrinking cock.
"Well I am free three weeks Friday in the afternoon but I have to be back by 4.30 to cook the old mans dinner" she said as though I had asked when she would next be out shopping, she then went into considerable detail about how all her holes would be available on any properly arranged meeting. I was dumbstruck yet incredibly excited I had just arranged a rendezvous with a fat ugly slut old enough to be my mother but was more aroused than I had been in years.
Over the intervening weeks I wrestled with my conscience what on earth was I doing I have a beautiful wife, a great family, a varied and exciting sex life, several times each day I vowed to mail her and cancel but somehow I never got around to it, usually my resolve weakened around lunchtime after I had seen the latest pictures. The agreed date arrived, as I have my own business it was not difficult to create an excuse that would free up the afternoon, my sat nav directed me to a cul de sac I pulled into a parking bay at the end and called her. Less than five minutes later an old lady waddled down an alleyway barely recognisable as the wanton slut I had viewed in hundreds of pornographic pictures.
