Fantasy fuck store for mature ladies

The fantasy fuck store for mature ladies

First, let me own up. I am a mature man, yet ever since I was young and saw a gorgeous mature buxom lady in a girdle being fucked a young guy, I have maintained a fetish to fuck a plump mature women with big floppy tits wearing an open crotch girdles …oh yes, and they should have a lovely hairy cunt.

So when a friend — who owned an fashion and shoe shop for shall we say, mature women —found out that I was semi retired — and asked if I could help her for two days a week, who was I to argue? I told her that I had no experience,

But she said with a smile, ‘well, Ken, you know how to sell — shoes and clothes are no different, and you do have a great sense of what suits a woman. All you have to do is help them and assist fitting as our more mature clients like a ‘personal service’…with the emphasis on personal.

I was intrigued. ‘Well all good service is personal…what other kind is there?’

‘Come on, Ken’, replied Heather…how do you think an expensive old fashioned show like this stays viable. You must have noticed that all our specialist products designed specifically for highlighting and making the ‘ladies’ look and feel good . In short we provide a discreet and private outlet where mature ladies feel safe – and satisfied — to by fashionable, sensuous garments and lingerie that flatter them. Also our service includes fulfilling their sexual fantasies whilst doing so.’

‘You mean to say every one of your customers pays top money to get their rocks off in one way or another?’

That’s it precisely’ adding, you see Ken, when highly sexed ladies over ,shall we say, a certain age, maybe lonely, lost a husband or lover, they still have those constant horny hots and need a discreet outlet to fulfil their desire to fantasies and try new things…above all they love to be pampered and admired. And ultimately, they want to fuck in the way that turns them on’

Well, who was I to disagree and confirmed that I would start the following Wednesday morning. During the interim my imagination went into overdrive, thinking of all kinds of scenarios ranging from mild to downright disgusting. Well, time would tell if I was right or way off the mark!

Come Wednesday morning I entered an empty shop ready to be briefed by Heather.
‘ As you see, we provide sleepwear designed to enhance, and provide support, holding up a pair of sheer nylon open crotch pyjama bottoms with bust support top as an example. Moving on, we carry a full rang of only girdles and lingerie – but only with open crotch and gussets as our clients like shall we say, to show off in public. It is essential that you are confident in that department (so to speak) as our ladies like the ‘personal perspective’ on what suits them best, of course. Seeing bullet hard erection, Heather added ‘I can see that will be no problem for you’.

Other sections included shoes and various types of dresses, skirts etc. I noticed a discreet sign saying ‘relaxation centre’.

‘Follow me’, said Heather, opening the door. Inside was a simple massage table at the back, a bank of TV monitors that recorded every section of activity in the store. ‘The cameras are for what we call ‘capturing the moment’. It’s a service whereby out ladies can either order a professionally edited tape of their fantasies acted out in the store for private use, or if they are feeling a bit more adventurous we provide a home movie service with ready made fantasy scenarios they can act out and record at home or elsewhere’.

Sounds interesting, I added. ‘What if they require extras to make it more realistic, I replied.

‘Well that’s negotiated with the staff and is optional…no pressure Ken. If you have done you job well and the ladies want to relieve their tension we have this relaxation table whereby you help them to ‘release’ their tensions whichever way they tell or indicate.. …Its very simple Ken, you bring them to orgasm or in some cases multiply orgasms by whatever way or method they prefer’.

Come 10.00 the open sign went up and our first customers entered around 11. Not knowing what to do exactly or where to start, Heather told me to man the shoe department as that would ‘ease me in’ so to speak. ‘It is amazing how many mature ladies just love showing themselves to an appreciative audience’ she added..

No sooner was she gone when a attractive if slightly plump lady of, I would guess, between 55 to 60 asked if she could try some gold strappy sandals that she wanted for her next holiday.

‘Certainly madam, what size?’

‘Four and a half but four if they are a wide fitting’ she replied as anyone buying shoes would do.

But this was not self service. This was personal service and befitting such she went and sat down whilst I went for the sandals. As you will recall, years ago shoe shops provided a full service – measuring and fitting. And we too had that fitting device that allowed me to sit on one end to facilitate fitting the shoe which of course meant that the ladies had to place their foot on to just below my crotch. It also meant they had to lift up each leg to place it on the frame. Those old shoe shop guys must have seen some sights!

Returning with about 6 pairs of appropriate sandals she said, ‘You’re new aren’t you?

‘Just started today Ms? ‘

‘Johnson’, she said, but please call me Cathy. And you are? ‘

Ken ….pleased to meet you Cathy’.

Not knowing what she was into, so to speak I asked her to take off her coat and in doing so, I surveyed her. And bearing in mind my real task set to work with the compliments and respond to the innuendo, this wasn’t difficult as her curvaceous figure was encased in a simple skirt that ended a couple of inches above the knee. They were indeed beautiful sheer nylon clad legs. But the big surprise was the blouse. Definitely not Laura Ashley: more Dior black hiding – not very successfully – a staggering 40 D pair of delicious tits, in a low cut black bra. Yes, this was a fantasy customer all right. But what was it. The answer was to listen, very carefully.

‘Cathy, that outfit is really stunning. You have excellent style’

‘This is my favourite’. It makes me feel good and at my age, anything that does that has to be good. Besides my belief is that if you’ve got it flaunt it. What say you, Ken? I can see you are a man with a keen eye…..casting her eyes down to my crutch.

‘Now’, pulling up her skirt by at least 3 inches as she lifted her right leg on to the fitting frame, ‘ help me see which of those delightful sandals have the effect I am looking for’!

I sat at the end of fitting unit and then panic. Here I was in my fantasy heaven. What to say? So playing it by instinct I took gently took hold of her ankle and went to take off her black pumps she was wearing.

‘Oh, just a minute Ken, they are rather tight, let me help you’. With that Cathy calmly leaned right back and eased her foot right in my groin. ‘There, that way it should not be as hard to get off’ she smiley added, obviously at my situation. Easing off her shoe, she added, ‘hold it Ken, I think I can help you, here, see, I can get the other one off myself.’

She leaned forward, bend down and matter of factly opened her lovely legs and for a few seconds revealed her plump creamy thighs and what I would call a pussie jungle of fabulous salt and pepper curly hair.

‘There, that should make it easier to do you job’ what job…..tickle her clit or fit the bloody sandals? Then the penny dropped. Cathy was a closet exhibitionist and obviously enjoyed been seen ….or was this an invitation to more?

The fitting went well but every time ‘flash’ Cathy, did her thing, she also pressed her foot (with and without said sandals on) into
my by know bulging cock…so this was not going to be all one way. On refitting the second pair, instead of taking her ankle, I gently hel
d her calf .

‘You know Cathy, sometimes it will easier for me to buckle these clips if you slightly lift up your leg so I can see better.

Her eyes lit up. ‘How’s that Ken, she replied, giving me a smile whilst opening her legs, and revealing her luscious fat hairy cunt that was looking very, very moist.

‘You, know’ smiled Cathy, making all the arrangements for this holiday is very stressful: in fact, I clear forget to put my panties on this morning, so I am sorry for any embarrassment I may have caused you.

‘No not at all. In fact, I am a great admirer of woman who is natural, if I may be as bold to say so.’

‘Oh Ken, not at all, it is so nice to find a real gentleman of discernment. Do you think you could measure me for some nice new panties?’

‘To answer that, Cathy, I think it best if we went into the changing cubicle to measure you. ‘If you follow me I believe I can find what you are looking for!’ Still not fully understanding what she wanted I locked the door and said, ‘Now Cathy, here we do not guess sizes, we take pride in personally measuring. To do that I will have to ask you to remove your skirt…can I help you?

Yes, she sighed Cathy, you unzip me please….turning around to show her luscious arse. I gently unzipped and pulled down her skirt revealing two bulbous cheeks beneath through her sheer see through Spandex girdle.

‘Ken, to clearly get your impression and the fact that I will be wearing a swimsuit on holiday, I need to get this darn girdle off show you everything’ …as slowly she rolled off her exquisite roll on.

Was showing off that turned her on…and the hair? Nothing ventured anything gained; I decided to take her in hand. ‘Now turn around, Cathy and let me see what concerns you’, I commanded. Well, what I saw took my breath away. This woman did not so much not shave, but cultivated. From whispers of hair at the belly button, it got fuller and fuller all the way to her cunt. And my cock was getting harder and showing.

‘You see my problem, Ken. Most men do no like this’, pointing down to muff. ‘But it gets worse, look. Without missing a heartbeat she bent down and pulled her arse cheeks apart revealing her puckered bud surrounded by dense softer hair. ‘What do you think?

‘Well, Cathy, that position looks rather uncomfortable. Why not lean against the chair and let me take a closer look. By the way, you have a lovely bottom- apart from your bust; you must get many compliments’.

Rising and leaning right over the arm of the settee (this changing room was equipped for everything) ‘Well, to tell the true, and if I may use the everyday term, having large tits is a problem and as far as intimacy is arousal, they do nothing for me. But my bottom is very sensitive. Sadly, many men are turned off by it – especially with so much hair. That’s why I look forward to recieving your opinion, Ken’.

Bingo! ‘Yes, lots of men are not aware of such things. Now, Cathy, to do that I have to carry out a full inspection.’ With all pretension put aside, I placed my thumbs around and around her rim and as she raised her arse.

No ifs or buts. This lady knew what she wanted, I and was about to give it to her.

‘Ken, this is some inspection but you know, you’re right, I think you have to go deeper to get the full ‘picture’….. Ramming her arse against my bulging cock, she added ‘ so stick that lovely big fat cock right up, right now. I haven’t had a cock in me for years and I need to cum.

I took down by trousers and pants and out sprang my 9 inch thick cock coated in pre cum. With it I gently lubricated her hairy crack.

‘Oh yes,’ sighed Cathy, pushing her arse so tight into my cock that the cheeks covered it completely. . Her hairy arse stimulated more pre cum and on the up stroke; it lodged in her ring hole and slipped right in.

‘Ken, I just love being ‘full up’. It really turns me on’. Gently at first, in and out. Her sighs and panting increased…..And just as I thought she was ready to cum, she turned around.

‘Ken, you know what they say about not seeing the tree for the forest? Grabbing my hand and guiding it to her very wet hairy cunt, she said, ‘see how you made my tree grow in this forest’. I could not believe it. Her clit must have been at least half an inch long and thick. ‘Make me cum again. Wank away…and then I’ll give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had’.

Stroking and masturbating her clit made it thicker and she came like lightening.

‘Now for the best climax ever’ smiled Cathy. ‘Open that draw Ken, and don’t be surprised’ Lying there was a vibrating dildo that must have been at least 10 inches long and 10 in circumference. Handing it too her, she leaned back into my still stiff member and calmly pushed the entire phallic member into that hairy snatch. I could feel it as well.
‘Ready’,
Switching on, the vibes not only sent my cock into overdrive but Cathy was bucking and fucking for her life. Grabbing the vibe, and forcing it in and out, I came on the third stroke.

Then calmly she pulled away, dressed and said. ‘That will do for now, but you must come round to my place soon….I have a small group of friends who I believe you will enjoy.