I really wasn't looking forward to another night in the hotel, but the client, a large engineering company in the North East of England had insisted I stayed another day. In fairness, the new production facility that I had commissioned a few weeks earlier had been problematic. The problem with cutting edge technology, mainly Robotics, is one small issue can cause several problems and be a general pain in the arse. Unlocking the car, I settled into the comfortable, leather clad seat and started the engine. It had been a bitterly cold day and the screen was completely iced, turning the climate to max, activated the front and rear heated screens, I ran through the events of the day as I waited for the engine to warm and screens to clear.
Traffic was light as I headed north, thinking about the hotel, another tasteless, bland meal in their restaurant wasn't very appealing. Deciding to try something different, I Continued towards the city centre as I sang along to the Rolling Stones, "Brown Sugar." As the dual carriage way ended, I parked in a small layby and switched the info screen to map. Although the car was a couple of months old, I had only ever entered a post code into the sat nav and the radio was constantly on radio 2. Using the search menu, I entered "Restaurant." In seconds a split screen was displayed, on the left a list on the right a map showing locations. Deciding on KFC, I touched the screen to show the route and soon arrived at the restaurant, opting for the drive through.
The car park was completely rammed, so I parked a hundred yards away and thoroughly enjoyed my meal. As I drained the coffee cup a knock on the window made me jump. Winding the window down I was surprised to see a young woman.
"Any business tonight, got a special on, 20 quid." she said, in a bored sounding tone.
"Business?" I asked.
"Yeah, £20 for a fuck in the car, 25 quid if you want oral, 30 quid if you want bareback suck and fuck." she replied.
I had never been propositioned before and the young girl's bluntness surprised and aroused me. My mind was a whirl as I dumbly nodded my agreement, getting in, she directed me to a small industrial estate. It had been a while since I had, had sex, by the time I parked, my cock was painfully hard as it tented my trousers. Shoving my £25 quid into her pocket she told me to "recline my seat" undoing my trousers she released my cock. Taking my length in her warm mouth, her tongue expertly flicking around my sensitive bell end, I knew I wouldn't last long.
"Oh god, please don't stop." I said, as I my cock swelled and balls tightened, in just a few seconds I shot a heavy load into her mouth.
Reaching up to turn the interior light on, she fumbled in her bag to wipe her mouth and reapply some lipstick. As I slowly recovered, I zipped myself up and returned my seat to the upright position.
"That was amazing, thank you," I said.
"Glad you enjoyed it, take me back to the corner." She laughed softly as she put her lipstick and tissue back in her bag. Her smile was electric, although I knew she was laughing at my inadequacy, I was deeply attracted to her.
"How much for the night?" I blurted out before I had fully thought about it.
"The whole night?" She asked, her bright blue eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"Yes, in my hotel, I will drop you back here at 10am."
"Do you want kissing, 69, positions etc?" she asked
"Yes, would like to pretend you are my girlfriend for a few hours, my name is Mike," I replied meekly.
As I stopped the car on the corner, she was still thinking.
"Ok, it will be £150 and breakfast in the morning, wait here I need to get my bag." giggling, she got out of the car and walked towards a late model Mercedes.
As I watched she retrieved a large holdall from the boot, putting the bag in my boot, she asked.
"Have you finished with this newspaper?" She asked, holding up yesterday's Guardian.
Nodding in agreement, I watched as she ran towards the Mercedes, threw the filler cap away and shoved the newspaper into the fuel filler pipe. Tying several pages together, she lit the end and ran towards my car.
"Go go go" she screamed."
I was so shocked and surprised; I just floored the accelerator. The speed and power of the V8 supercharged Range Rover amazed me. Fleet had ordered a diesel version, I had been upgraded to the Vogue SE, when I was voted engineer of the year. The fuel consumption was ridiculous for a car doing over 30,000 miles a year, but I loved it, quiet, powerful, very comfortable and I didn't pay for petrol.
Before we had reached the end of the road, the flames reached the petrol fumes, the once shiny Mercedes was instantly engulfed in flames.
"What the hell, why?" I asked as I wrestled the big car around a sharp bend.
"I might tell you all about it later, there's a fuel station on the left with a cash machine. You can get my money a mars bar and a large fruit and nut chocolate bar, bloody starving. By the way, my name is Laura," she grinned.
Getting back to the car, I gave the girl her money and chocolate. I hadn't expected to be here all day, so I had checked out of my hotel this morning. Entering Hotels into the sat nav, I chose a 4* city centre hotel that was only 1.7 miles away, I checked in and booked a room online. Entering the underground car park, I punched in the code, given on the confirmation email into the keypad and found an empty parking space.
Taking the lift to the 12th floor we found room 1221. Dumping my bag on the floor I tried to pull Laura onto the bed, wriggling free of me she laughed and said:
"Down tiger, I need to get out of these slutty street clothes and get a shower, I promise I will be worth the wait!"
Shrugging, I laid back on the bed and watched as she wiggled her pert arse seductively, turning and grinning at me over her shoulder she disappeared into the bathroom. Hearing the lock on the bathroom door slide into place, I plumped the pillows up and switched the Tv on.
About 45 minutes later, Laura strolled back into the room, her appearance took my breath away and disappointed me. I had been expecting her to be nude, or scantily dressed, ready to join me on the bed and take care of my painfully hard cock. She was wearing a pale blue skirt with a white blouse; her legs were bare, patent leather shoes with 3" heels completed the outfit. Her blue eyes sparkled with amusement as she said."
"Well, you said you wanted a girlfriend for the night, I bet they have a great restaurant here, we can go Dutch, right?" She asked.
In a Daze I pulled my suit jacket on, adjusted my achingly hard cock and followed her to the lift. Pressing the call button Laura turned to me and straightened my tie, tracing the outline of my cock with the tips of her fingers she reached up and kissed me. The kiss was hard and urgent, full of promise. As she pulled away from me, I saw a tear drop from her cheek, before I had time to ask "what was the matter," the doors slid open to a crowded lift. As we left the lift, Laura fumbled for my hand and held on tight as we walked to the restaurant.
As we were shown to our table, I was starting to wonder why I had allowed a street whore into my hotel and then lead me to a restaurant when I wasn't hungry. A voice in my head was saying.
"What the fuck are you doing, all you wanted was a shag, tell her that's all you want. Conversation is cheap, talk to her once you have dumped your load deep inside her! What a muppet you are, why did you pay her before you had sampled the merchandise."
Looking at her busily reading the menu, the words just wouldn't come as she looked at me with her large slightly moist, large blue eyes. Her perfectly made-up face was framed by curly ash blond hair, for the 1st time, I realised that she was much more than a dirty street whore, possibly the prettiest woman I had ever met. Deciding to wait until she was ready to tell me how she had ended up on the street and firebombed an expensive Mercedes, we enjoyed a superb meal and great conversation.
Finishing our meal and draining the last of our wine, the waiter presented the bill to me in a leather wallet. Reaching across the table Laura grabbed the bill, glanced at it and put 7 £10 notes on top of it.
"That was a superb meal, thank you." she said.
Waving away the waiters attempt to give 1 of the notes back to her, she reached for my hand, grinning like teenagers we rode the lift back to the room. By the time the doors opened on the 12th floor, we were kissing and caressing each other, struggling to open the door, we fell into the room. Kicking the door shut with her foot, Laura's hand dragged my cock free, pushing me back to the floor she straddled my hips. Reaching between her legs she pulled her panties to the side and impaled herself on my rock-hard cock, grunting loudly as I slid balls deep into the silky soft wetness of her pussy.
She was absolutely soaking the scent of her nectar filled my senses as she lifted and then forced herself down. Her Pubes crashing into mine, satisfied she had my entire 7" inside her, she leaned forward and kissed me deeply, her tongue finding mine as she slowly moved up and down my shaft. It was obvious, that neither of us were going to last very long, after the 3rd or 4th long slow stroke she groaned into my mouth as her pussy gripped and rippled along the length of my cock. Suddenly she reared up and squealed as her body shook, her pussy gripping my cock tightly. Bucking my hips, I forced my length deeper inside her as I shot rope after rope of hot spunk deep inside her spasming body.
It took several minutes for us to recover, our breathing slowly returning to normal. Moving to the bed, I felt my cock starting to harden and moved my head between her thighs. Savouring her scent as I viewed the curly dark blonde pubes of her mons slicked back by her wetness and my spunk. I was disappointed as she gently pulled my head back.
"I need to talk to you, I promise you can have as much of me as you want afterwards, if you still want me." She said, with a hint of trepidation in her voice.
The tone of her voice surprised me, wondering what could be so bad as to make her think I wouldn't want her, I propped myself on my elbow and waited for her to start. Looking nervous, she fiddled with her hair and dropped her eyes as she thought about what she wanted to say.
"Ok, 1st off I am not a whore, I was desperate for some money as my car had run out of petrol and I need to get to London, I didn't have anything else to sell."
"2nd the car wasn't mine, it was my stepfathers, he is the reason I am trying to get to London. I am going to be a porn star, I had an audition a few weeks ago. Basically, I answered a few questions made out with another woman and got gangbanged by the director, producer and crew."
"The money is good and if I'm honest, I loved having 7 men, I came so many times I lost count and was disappointed when they were done. I frigged myself on the long journey home, when my stepdad came to my room that night, I willingly fucked him all night. He had been raping me since I was 18, touching me and making me toss him off long before that. I know it sounds stupid, but he had convinced me that it was all my fault and I had asked for it. Anyway, he had started selling/sharing me with his buddies, this morning I stole his car, I burned it because I know it wasn't insured and he loved that car more than anything."
"Now you know the whole story I don't suppose you want to be with a slut like me, would you like to fuck me again before I leave? Cunt, arse or mouth, it doesn't matter, oh and my real name is Kirsty." She said as her large blue eyes filled with tears.
I was stunned into silence for a minute but, as I watched the tears flowing down her cheeks, I moved across the bed and took her in my arms.
"Hello Kirsty, I smiled, my name is Mike. I don't want you to go anywhere, in the morning, if you still want to go to London, I will drop you off as I am going to see Mum for Christmas, she lives in Sussex."
We fucked frantically twice more before falling asleep in each other's arms. I woke in the morning to find an empty bed, assuming Kirsty had helped herself to my wallet and car keys. I was cursing my stupidity, a wave of relief washed over me as I heard the bathroom door unlock and saw her smiling face looking at me.
"Morning sleepy head, I tried to be quiet, you looked so peaceful, I have been awake a couple of hours. Do you prefer a pussy natural, trimmed or bald? I have never shaved myself, often wondered what it would look like, I suppose the studio will want me to shave." She said as she posed naked in front of me.
As I watched she spread her legs further, with a huge grin on her face she turned away from me and bent over so her hands touched the floor.
"Can you see my pussy? It doesn't feel like my pubes cover me."
Running her fingers between her legs she watched my reaction as she ran her index finger from her arsehole to her clit parting her long sex lips to reveal the glistening pink of her pussy. As my cock rapidly filled, I rushed to her, grabbing her hips, I guided my cock to her opening and thrust as hard and deep as I could. Her sopping wet pussy offered little resistance; the feelings to my sensitive bell end as my cock forced her open and I bottomed out were sublime.
I rammed into her as hard as I could, my stomach slapping into her arse, as she started to cum, she reached between her legs and frigged her clit. Her orgasm was explosive, her juice coating my lower stomach and balls as she wailed and screamed in ecstasy, her knees sagged, and my cock plopped out of her. Quickly recovering she laid on her back, put her legs up so her toes touched the floor behind her and supported herself with her hands on her back. This position exposed her gaping pussy and the rosebud of her arsehole, kneeling between her legs I feasted on the nectar that ran from her overflowing hole.
"Oh god, please do my arse," She whimpered as I probed her clit with my tongue.
Scooping cum juice from her pussy I smeared it on her arse and pushed a finger knuckle deep into her, eventually I was sliding 3 well lubricated fingers into her tight arse. Pushing my cock against her rosebud I slid into the dark warmth, in just a few thrusts over half of my length was inside her. Deciding to ignore her obvious discomfort I banged her arse like I had her pussy, eventually bottoming out as I shot a load deep inside her arse.
"That was amazing, so much better than when my stepdad took my pussy virginity." She said as she licked and sucked my cock clean.
Laying panting on the floor I saw a litre bottle of water that the hotel provided on the side. I had always wanted to watch a pussy as it was penetrated so snatched it up and pushed the slimmer end into her entrance. Looking at her, she was nodding her head and whimpering as I forced the bottle ever deeper into her soaking wet pussy. As I pushed it into her, she frigged her clit, soon she had taken almost half of its length. Standing back a little I could see her lips stretched taught around the bottle and as she moved her hand to push it in a little more, I saw her clit popping out from the taut pink flesh.
Pushing it further in, I resorted to turning it back and forth as I worked the bottle deeper inside her, resulting in her having her most violent orgasm yet, reaching over I tweaked and pinched her long nipple as I pushed the last few inches into her. About an inch from the end of the bottle I felt the bottle hit something hard deep inside her. This caused her to howl as she thrashed about her body shaking and trembling. Feeling in total control I pulled the bottle back a few inches and rammed it back in, Kirsty was totally lost in ecstasy as girl cum seeped around the bottle and pooled on the carpet.
Leaving the bottle buried deep inside her I waited for her to calm down. Gradually she settled, as I went to pull the bottle out, she stopped me.
"Let me see if I can push it out," she said
I watched in amazement as her stomach tensed and the bottle slowly slid out of her, looking at the bottle she giggled.
"My 1st baby, think I will call him Evian," she giggled.
After sharing a long hot shower, we dressed and headed for breakfast.
After an excellent breakfast we got in the car and headed south, I was concerned that although Kirsty had provided me with the best sex I had ever had, I wasn't sure we had much in common. Conversation seemed to come easy though, and as we joined the A1 to head south, I learned that Kirsty was 23, 7 years younger than me. Her mum was an alcoholic and her stepdad was a complete arsehole that had abused her from the age of 12. She had never known her real dad, she was the result of her mother's drunken one night stand, with a man she only knew as "Nev."
"I don't really remember my father; he wasn't home much. I was 5 when mum kicked him out and he had never contacted us, no birthday or Christmas cards, I wasn't even sure of his name," I said.
After about 3 hours, Kirsty asked if "we could stop as she needed to pee." Pulling into the next services I pulled onto the pumps and as she skipped off to the toilet, I filled up and cleaned the lights. Getting back to the car, I saw Kirsty sitting in the car. The weak winter sun was shining through the passenger window, illuminating her hair and face as she concentrated on her phone, she really was a stunning woman.
Getting back onto the road we chatted about everything and nothing, it seemed we had a lot in common, she was an intelligent well-informed woman. As the chat turned to her plans for Christmas, she shrugged,
"That's what I was looking at on my phone, the producer has booked me into a Hotel in Kings Cross, will you be able to drop me near there?"
Nodding in agreement, my mind was racing, I was so distracted by my thoughts I got way to close to a slow-moving truck, Kirsty's warning brought me back to earth.
"Sorry about that, so you're going to be on your own in a grotty hotel all Christmas?" I asked.
"Well yes, but will be ok, filming starts on the 4th January, it's the 24th tomorrow so my dole money will be in my account, maybe I can explore London a little."
I had no idea how much the dole was, probably not enough for 10 days in a very expensive city. Glancing sideways I gathered my courage and mumbled.
"Well mum has plenty of room and always cooks too much food, would you like to spend Christmas with us?"
For a long time, Kirsty said nothing, her large blue eyes studying me intently,
"Why" she said eventually.
"Well because I like you, don't think anyone should spend Christmas alone, especially in a grotty hotel in North London." I explained.
The car was silent as Kirsty looked pensive, fidgeting in her seat as she considered her options and thought about my offer. Picking her phone up, she spent several minutes tapping the keyboard and studying the small screen. Finding what she was looking for, she zoomed the screen in and studied the images, a snort of disgust escaping her lips.
"That fucking low life creep, he told me it was a 4-star hotel." She said miserably as she passed me the phone.
Scanning the pictures quickly as I drove, I could see it was little more than a flop house. Grandly titled, "The Excelsior" boasted 28 rooms over 4 floors, with a bathroom on each floor! Turning in her seat Kirsty stared at me, I could feel her big blue eyes boring into me, seemingly satisfied she faced the front.
"That would be lovely Mike, will you give me a lift back in time for the start of filming, what will you tell your Mum? Oh god, I only have Jeans and a couple of skirts with me, the production team said they would provide all the clothes I needed for the films."
Deciding to answer the question of mum, I hit #3 speed dial.
"Hi sweetie, what time you going to be here?" Mum asked.
"Hi mum, should be around 7 or so, have managed to talk my girlfriend, Kirsty, into spending Christmas with us. I didn't think it would be a problem, but she is worried about just turning up."
"Of course, it's not a problem honey, it's good to hear you have finally moved on from Sarah. I have remodelled your old bedroom, didn't think guests would appreciate your teenage taste, am afraid Belinda hit the bin along with a stack of Magazine's."
It was good to hear mum sounding happy and content, she hadn't smiled much since my stepdad died, nearly 18 months ago, her doorbell ringing ended our call.
"Belinda, Sarah and Mayfair?" Kirsty chuckled.
"Yeah, Belinda Messenger was a page 3 girl, Sarah is my ex, Mayfair is a magazine. Can't believe mum has thrown Belinda in the bin," I laughed.
"Can we find some shops please, need to buy a dress and makeup. I was going to give you your money back, but I want to look nice for you and your mum on Christmas day." Kirsty said.
"No, you will need that money, if you're going to live in London. Think I will buy some clothes as well, don't have much casual stuff."
I was amazed when Kirsty chose a dress and shoes in 5 minutes flat, it took me about 30 minutes to buy some trousers, trainers and 2 t-shirts. Getting back on the road, we soon entered the small seaside town that I had grown up in. It didn't look much different, but I did feel guilty, I hadn't been back since my stepdad's funeral. Parking on mum's drive, my heart sank as I saw the elderly Ford parked near the Garage.
"Oh fuck, that's all I need, my frigging sister and her deadbeat husband."
My sister, Jill and I hadn't spoken for almost 10 years, at Dads funeral we hadn't even acknowledged each other. I couldn't remember what we had argued about, but I had declined mums invite to stay over, saying,
"I had to be in London early the next morning and had booked a hotel."
I spent 2 boring days in a Heathrow hotel as I didn't want to go home, and I couldn't change my flight to Los Angeles. Worse, when I got to L.A, the new facility was weeks behind, I flew home to an empty west London flat the next day, feeling very sorry for myself and missing my wife, Sarah, who had been the love of my life.
Nearly 3 years ago, I had returned from a job in Sweden to celebrate our 3rd anniversary to find the flat cold and empty. All her possessions were gone, she had even taken some of the kitchen appliances, cable box and tv. The note she left was short and to the point,
"Found someone else, don't bother looking for me."
Divorce papers from a solicitor, a few months later, had been the only other communication.
Parking next to Jill's Mondeo, we lifted our bags from the boot. As we walked to the house, I was surprised to see Jill walking towards us, her long curly black hair blowing wildly in the wind, her coat wrapped tightly around her slender body. As she walked towards us, the building and trees sheltered her from the wind and her hair settled down, flooding over her shoulders.
"Mike and I need to talk; mum and Aunt Ruth are expecting you in the house." She said to Kirsty.
It sounded like an order to me.
"Who the fuck do you think you are!" I bellowed; Kirsty put her hand on my shoulder,
"It's ok Mike, sounds like you 2 have a lot to talk about."
Taking my bag, Kirsty walked up to the house and disappeared inside. As I watched her, Jill hustled me back towards the car before I had chance to say much more. My car unlocked as we approached, its lights pooling light into the gloomy darkness, Jill climbed into the passenger side as I strode around to the driver's door.
Closing the door, I bristled with anger as I looked at my sister, Jill was a year older than me, but looked around 40. Her long black hair was tangled and slightly greasy, the jacket she was wearing, like her face, looked tired and worn out. Her skirt seemed new and was very short, riding up to mid-thigh as she slid into the seat. To my disgust, I felt my cock jerk and start to fill as I remembered the games of "Doctors and Nurses we had as kids, and later at university, when we had become lovers.
"This is a very nice car Mike, you look good in a suit," she said quietly.
"So, what do you want, jill?" I demanded angrily, money I suppose.
"No, I just want us to be friends." She said, her green, saucer like eye's filling with tears.
"Why," was all I could think to say.
"I never wanted this animosity; can you even remember what we argued about? I tried to speak to you at dad's funeral and have tried to phone you, the mobile number I have for you is out of service and you never answer your home number."
"No, the phone isn't plugged in, I'm hardly ever there anyway." I said, surprising myself with the regret in my voice.
The years rolled away as we chatted, I started to realise how stupid and selfish I had been for prolonging a silly argument. Relaxing I started to tell her about my life since university and my painful break up with Sarah. Looking pensive and sad she told me about her breakup, but her face brightened as she told me her divorce would be absolute by the end of January.
Glancing at the clock, I realised we had been chatting for almost an hour and suggested we go inside. Nodding in agreement, Jill suddenly grabbed me, pulled me across the car and kissed me deeply, her tongue searching for mine. It was like we were 20 again, I responded, and we kissed for a long time, my right hand sliding to her breasts, her hand snaking down to release my rapidly hardening cock.
As Jill wanked me, I pressed the button to recline her seat, kicking her shoes off as I clambered on top of her, she slid forward on the seat. She wasn't wearing panties, my cock, banged into the edge of her sex, then found her entrance and slid into the soaking wet silky depths of my sister. The fuck was frantic, her legs fastened around my waist, her heels bouncing on my arse, urging me deeper as her pussy rippled and rolled along my length. Jill bucked her hips; squealing and shaking as she crashed into a massive orgasm. I lasted a few more strokes before my cock jerked and poured a heavy load deep inside my sister's body.
Reaching into her bag, as I rolled back to the driver's seat, she wedged a bundle of tissue into her entrance to mop up the copious amount of spunk and girl cum. Leaning across she took my softening cock deep in her mouth, cleaning my bell end with her tongue, releasing me from her hot mouth she giggled as I started to harden.
"Oh, my god Mike put it away, you need to save some for Kirsty!"
Aunty Ruth and her twin sister, my mother, hugged me as I walked through the door. Their lithe, taut bodies pressed into me as they kissed my cheeks and ruffled my hair. They were in their 50's but looked about 40, thanks to healthy diets and rigorous exercise, Ruth's husband, Phil, had died shortly after my stepdad. Opening a bottle of wine, mum and Ruth showed us into the dining room, after a superb meal and several bottles of wine, about midnight, the long drive and lack of sleep the previous night caught up with me. Going to my old room, I barely noticed the decoration and despite the allure of Kirsty, I was asleep in seconds.
I slept until 9, woken by the pounding base of disco music I sleepily stepped into the shower. The shower, like the rest of the room was new, the powerful stream of hot water re-invigorating my sleepy head and washing my tiredness away. Opening the wardrobe, I saw a load of my old clothes and the new ones I had bought all neatly pressed and hung up. With some effort I managed to squeeze into a pair of old Levi 501's and a Led Zepplin t shirt.
It had been a long time since I had worn Jeans and a t shirt as they never seemed appropriate, preferring Chino's and shirts. Pulling my new trainers on and going downstairs towards the music. Entering the spacious lounge, I found the source of the music, as I watched the 4 women exercising in time to the music. They were all wearing leotards that stretched taut over their bodies as they twisted and turned. I watched intently as my mother danced, her bare stomach was flat and muscular her large breasts jiggling seductively. My eyes were drawn between her legs as she moved, I could clearly make out the outline of her sex as the thin fabric clung to her form. Ruth had slightly smaller breasts, but like her sister her nipples were standing proud and the outline between her legs was clearly visible.
The real revelation was my sister, she was a couple of inches taller than the others, gone was the slightly greasy hair and tired worn-out look. Her hair shone and her face was immaculate as she gyrated to the music, showing her long legs and taut body to perfection. By the time the music finished, and they started to wind down, my cock was threatening to burst the zip on my tight jeans. Sitting in the chair to try and cover my hard on, Ruth was the 1st one to notice me.
Morning, she grinned, turning to face me as she sat on the floor, legs apart, knees raised. I wondered for a second if she realised the view, she was giving me, the bulge of her pussy and her jutting nipples as she leaned backward slightly. When mum and Kirsty assumed similar positions, I realised I was being teased.
"Did you enjoy the show?" Mum asked a little breathless as a bead of sweat ran down her throat.
"Exercise make me feel tired, just watching" I answered trying to make light of it.
"Aaaahhh leave the poor boy alone, will need his energy later," Kirsty sniggered.
"He surely will, especially if he continues wearing tight jeans," agreed mum and Ruth in unison.
Asking me to go to the local shop, to get some bread and milk, the 3 women went for a shower. Knowing my mum and aunt were referring to my hard on, made me blush and my hard on to subside quickly! Picking up my car keys, I headed for the front door, mum called me back and added some more stuff that she needed for breakfast. In a quiet voice she added, "don't worry son, it does an old woman good to have a young man ogling her body." kissing me lightly on the lips, she turned and headed for the stairs.
It took about 15 minutes to get to the store, about 20 minutes to find all the food mum had asked for and another 15 minutes or so back. The downstairs was empty, I assumed they were still getting ready and decided to put the coffee machine on, the machine was new and complicated. I struggled to understand the menus on the small screen. I laughed as I wondered what my company would think of their senior application engineer struggling with a home appliance.
Eventually I got it started and wandered into the lounge as the girls came downstairs, they all seemed to be glowing as they chattered happily. Going to the downstairs loo, I was surprised to see a plaque on the door, "Absolutely no men." Shrugging, I ran upstairs to use the one in my room, I was surprised to see the shower and bathroom exactly as I had left it, the towel I had used was slightly damp the other bone dry. The shower was also dry and the shower head still at the top of its travel and turned slightly to the wall.
As I took a piss, I heard a noise, turning I saw Ruth looking at my cock as I peed,
"Sorry, I like to watch men pee," she said.
Feeling embarrassed I stopped and struggled to put my cock back in my tight jeans.
"Please don't stop, you can watch me after, if you want to."
Carrying on, I watched as Ruth fondled her breast underneath her shirt as she watched me piss and heard her intake of breath as I gave it a shake before tucking it back in my jeans.
Hitching her skirt up, Ruth slid her panties down and stepped out of them. Putting her feet on the bowl she lifted her skirt and leaned back against the wall, giving me a perfect view of her shaven pussy. Quickly rubbing her finger along her slot parted her thick sex lips and a stream of piss spattered into the bowl.
Wiping herself dry, she climbed down from the toilet and laid on the tiled floor pulling me down to her.
"Please Mike, I need your cock, I am so turned on. Girl sex is ok, but it is so long since I had a cock inside me."
Nodding in dumb agreement, she reached across and undid my jeans her cool hand wrapping around my stiffening cock as I reached between her legs.
"Just one thing Mike, promise me you won't tell your mum," she groaned, as my fingers found her clit.
As soon as my cock was fully hard, she pushed me back and straddled my hips, guiding me to her entrance. Feeling the heat of her pussy on my bell end I started to push up to meet her.
"No Mike, let me do it please, I haven't had a man in nearly 13 years, Phill was impotent for a long while before he died."
Slowly but surely, she worked my length inside her as I bottomed out, her eyes went wide, gasping as she came. Her pussy was unbelievable, as she came again and again it gripped and rolled along my length. Unable to stay still any longer I gently thrust my cock deep inside my aunt as I pinched and rolled her nipples. Reaching between us as she felt me starting to come, she fingered her clit emitting a long low guttural sound, as I pumped a load deep inside her, she slumped forward onto my chest.
"Thank you so much Mike, I know I am a perverted old woman, but I just love watching a man pee. You are only the 2nd man I have had sex with, phil was my one and only and he didn't bother very often, not at all for the last 10 years. You are so much bigger than he was, even bigger than my vibe," she grinned sheepishly.
I washed my cock at the basin as she wiped herself on the loo.
"I hope you enjoyed me as much as I did you, if you would like to do it again, just ask. Maybe we could do it a lot before you go home, she grinned, but it must remain our secret, Ok?"
I nodded and said, "she was a fantastic fuck, and I would want her again, soon, in fact, right now," I said as she bent to put her panties back on.
Grabbing her hips, I guided her towards the sink, she saw what I wanted and gripped the sink thrusting her arse out for me. In one thrust I was buried in the soft delicate flesh of my aunt; her pussy was sopping wet but tight and luxurious. Taking long slow thrusts I rammed into her. My lower belly smacking into her arse. Ruth came so many times, she was struggling to stand up by the time I pumped my 2nd load deep inside her.
"It's lucky your mum had taken Kirsty to see the horses, I made a lot of noise the 2nd time. Did you mean what you said, about me being a good fuck I mean."
"Oh yeah, why do you think I went again," I grinned.
After breakfast the women went for a walk, as I went through my email and started to complete my report for the previous week, I thought about Ruth, she had said,
"Girl sex is ok, but I need cock."
Did that mean her, and mum were lovers or had Kirsty or Jill obliged? Shaking my head, I concentrated on my report and then looked at my diary for next year. I wasn't back at work until the 10th of January, back to the borders for a final shakedown of the Scottish border's facility, then on the 15th I had been booked on a course in San Francisco for 4 days, then nothing until the 2nd of February. The time off would be very welcome, I had been flat out for most of this year and hardly been home. My promotion in October at least meant I wouldn't be doing much international work, eventually I would be based in London, heading up a new academy, trying to pass my skills onto new recruits.
