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Nicholas Ladies Shoe Shop

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It was the first Saturday of April and I was dozing on the sofa watching daytime Sports TV when Mum and Dad arrived home from a day shopping in town.

“Guess what?” Dad grinned as he playfully shook me from my half-sleep. “I’ve arranged an interview on Monday; for a Summer job for you!”

“You’ve done WHAT?” I growled as the enormity of the sentence hit home.

“Dad has organised an interview for you with Nick at Nicholas Shoes”. Mum repeated Dad’s life changing sentence as she changed TV channels.

“Oh Dad……you know…..oh shit.” I grumbled as I realised that I wouldn’t be able to doss around watching TV and hanging out with my pals playing tennis, going to the gym and drinking lots of cold beer as I waited to go to University in September. I also needed to get a girlfriend as I was constantly horny and had started wanking twice a day.

“Watch your language…my boy.” Dad hypocritically chastised me. “Nick is expecting you at 10 sharp. Mum will get you out of bed bright and early; so you can get showered and shaved and remember to dress smartly.”

As arranged; on Monday morning I unwillingly made my way into town for the interview dressed in my best trousers, white shirt and a smart green v-neck pullover. Nicholas Ladies Shoes was an upmarket shoe boutique that Dad claimed catered for ‘Footballers Wives and Gangsters Molls’; carefully forgetting that my Mum also bought all of her shoes there. It was tucked away in the financial district and the owner, Nick, was quite a cool guy that I’d known all of my life.

The interview was quite laid back with Nick appearing more concerned about my time keeping than experience or trustworthiness. After two cups of coffee we shook hands on the deal and agreed that I would start work the following morning. We then chatted about music and football.

Eventually he asked what my Mum thought about me working in his shop.

“Not much, I guess.” I shrugged, “it looks like it was Dad’s idea.” Nick smiled and looked away.

By lunchtime on the Tuesday I realised that I could have had a lot worse jobs. I was expected to dust and clean, answer the phone and unpack any deliveries that arrived. I was only to serve customers if Nick was busy. His choice of music was quite good too – very soulful and jazzy; because he had been a scooter riding Mod ‘back in the day’. The shop got quite busy on the Friday and Saturday and I eventually served a couple of the ‘more mature’ ladies when Nick was serving the younger more glamorous ones.

Nick certainly knew his customers and greeted most with a hug and a kiss then a query about something in their lives or whether the item that they’d previously bought was still in use. I suggested that he must have a photographic memory but he replied that it was just years of practice and good customer relations to make everyone feel special.

Nothing very exciting happened until the following Wednesday afternoon when an attractive, smartly dressed woman about my mothers’ age came into the shop. Nick greeted her with a customary kiss on the cheek and had a brief chat with her but excused himself as he had to go to the bank before it closed; leaving me to help her try on some knee-high boots. I dutifully brought her the three styles that she’d selected with a couple of extra larger sizes for her to try on.

“Can you help me with this zip please?” The lady asked.

“Of course I can.” I replied as I nonchalantly slid the fitting stool next to her feet and sat on it. She instantly placed the sole of the shoe on the plinth and turned her knee outwards to allow me access to the zip. My eyes nearly popped out of my head as I pulled the tight zip up her calf as I had an unobstructed view of her stocking tops and lacy white knickers up her dress. I desperately tried to stay calm as she rolled her leg from side to side admiring her boot.

“It’s a bit tight. Can I try those on now please?” She sighed as she pointed to a snakeskin pair.

“Of course.” I replied as I took a boot out of the box.

“Well?” She grinned at me as she wiggled her foot. “Are you going to take this one off for me?”

“Oops.” I blushed, “Sorry.” Then held her ankle and pulled the zip down; getting another eyeful of her grey stocking tops and a definite crease in the centre of her knickers.

She carried on like this for nearly ten minutes, trying each pair on twice, until she finally selected a black patent pair with three inch heels.

I was nearly too frightened to stand up in case she saw the stiffy filling the front of my trousers.

I neatly turned away so my back was facing her and scurried to the till to complete the purchase. I was so nervous I made a couple of mistakes as I took her credit card details. I checked her name – Dr. Donna K Babb.

“I’m very sorry Dr. Babb; but I’m new and still learning.” I mumbled an apology as I swiped the card for a second time and handed her the receipt.

“Call me Donna,” the woman chuckled and thanked me before giving me a saucy wink as she left the shop.

I still had a hard on as I tidied the boots away and it was still semi stiff an hour later, as I served two more women who were wearing jeans until Nick eventually finally appeared from the bank. I didn’t mention what had happened when he asked about the sales.

I had plenty more flashes of knickers and g-strings over the next few days as women bent over wearing hipster jeans or upskirt views as they tried on boots and shoes wearing skirts or dresses. Plus there were lots of women who ‘accidentally’ let me see down their blouses or dresses so that I got an eyeful of cleavage or the occasional nipple.

Nick eventually caught me looking up a woman’s skirt one day as I fitted her with some beautiful shoes while he was talking to the woman’s husband. When the sale was completed and the couple had left the shop I began apologizing but he only laughed and told me that it was ‘a perk of the job’. From then on we compared notes on the different types of underwear that we saw – it was a right laugh.

Occasionally Nick would take ‘old friends’ into the office for a coffee. It didn’t take Einstein to work out what they were really doing.

Usually it would be when I was unloading deliveries or busy with other customers but one day I had to go into the back stockroom for some shoes and I took the opportunity to sneak a peek through the office door. Wahay! Nick was sitting on the desk with his trousers around his ankle and a woman whom I’d served the previous week was rubbing her tits across his cock then dipped her head to kiss his bell-end. I knew I couldn’t stay long as my customer was waiting; but this was too good to miss. She looked up at my boss then opened her mouth to swallow his cock. I got an instant hard on; especially when he grabbed the back of her head as he slid off the desk to force his cock down her throat making her gurgle.

I was blushing when I returned to my customer and told her that I’d had to climb a ladder and was out of breath.

Another lady arrived as I finished the sale so I didn’t get the opportunity to see any more in the office. They eventually walked back into the shop as innocent as possible. They said their goodbyes and Nick just asked if I’d sold anything in his absence.

The following day something ‘interesting’ happened. In the middle of the morning a petite Asian woman came into the shop. Without resorting to stereotypes she didn’t look like our kind of customer. We certainly had plenty of female Asian customers but this woman looked a tad untidy with thick unkempt hair and her clothes were a little bit ‘High Street’ and ‘well worn.’ She asked to try on a pair of boots that retailed at nearly £400. It wasn’t my place to judge so I got the required size and stood back. Without sitting down she tried the left boot on then changed position like a Crane to try the other on. I was impressed at her agility. She liked them but wanted a smaller size; trying these on while standing on one leg too. The perv in me was alerted because her skirt rode up and I got a good look at her slim but muscular thighs; but no flash of her knickers but noted that she was wearing cheap tights.

“Can you put these away for me until Friday?” She asked. I nodded and took her details then reluctantly placed the box in the kitchen. Mrs. Syal thanked me profusely as she left the shop. I never expected to see her again.

As good as her word she returned on Friday at 2.15; but this time I hardly recognized her as she was ‘glammed up’ and her thick black hair had been cut into a short shoulder length ‘bob’ with red highlights all the way around the edge. I got her boots from the storeroom as she placed her designer shop carrier bags next to one of the velour chairs. I offered her a boot to try on and grinned as she went through the same procedure as earlier in the week and stood on one leg exposing plenty of nylon covered flesh at the same time.

Thankfully she wanted them and then selected three more pairs of expensive shoes and two hand bags. Nick looked on mightily impressed.

At the till she noticed a display of hosiery and casually flicked through the packets.

“Can I ask a stupid question?” She asked while wrinkling her long nose as she compared a pair of stockings with a pair of hold-ups.

“Of course;” I politely replied as I put the boxes into carrier bags.

“What is the difference between these?” Ms Syal asked as she put the two packets onto the desk.

I looked up at Nick for guidance but he just grinned.

“Well,” I carefully thought how to answer her, “hold-ups have elesticated tops and literally stay up like that and the stockings need a….suspender belt to keep them from falling down.”

She picked them up again.

“Which are best?” She naively asked with a twitch of her pointed nose.

“It depends what you want them for.” I gulped; realizing I was getting into a potentially embarrassing situation.

“What do you mean?” The Asian lady innocently asked. Nick was now biting his knuckles to stop laughing out loud.

“Well,” I stumbled with my words, “most women find the hold-ups….easier to wear and keep the…stockings for…..special occasions.” My face must have been nearly purple with embarrassment.

“Oh!” She chuckled when she (hopefully) realised what I meant. “So…..which do men find the sexiest?”

I wanted to curl up and die.

“The stockings…and suspenders; I guess….but the hold-ups are popular too.” I croaked as my throat was now as dry as a bone.

“Do you sell the suspender belts?” Mrs. Syal asked as she put both packets on the desk and went back to the display.

“Sorry; but you’d have to buy those at a lingerie shop.” I stumbled with my words as she returned with another three pairs in assorted colours including a pair of chocolate seamed stockings.

“Okay.” She smiled as she indicated that she wanted all five pairs. She paid for everything with cash and asked if I could help carry her bags to her car.

Nick shrugged his shoulders so I agreed. Outside the shop she produced a pair of Chanel sunglasses from her handbag which made her look even sexier and more glamorous. On the way to the car she casually explained that she was recently divorced from a top surgen who had returned to live in India and her settlement had amounted to several hundreds of thousands of pounds and she intended to enjoy herself as her husband had been very authoritarian and mean with money.

I was suitably impressed when we entered the underground garage of the accountancy firm she worked for and saw that her car was a Mercedes sports model. She lowered the electric roof and with a polite wave she roared off into the sunset.

Nick took the piss out of me for the rest of the afternoon and most of the following day….telling me that she was going to seduce me and make me her toy-boy. I wish!

During the following afternoon one of our local footballers came in with his girlfriend who I also recognized as she was a topless model called Candy who had been in a girl-band a couple of years previously. She was stunning in her denim jacket, white low-cut vest and leather shorts. Nick stood talking to the footballer as I helped his girlfriend select some shoes.

She selected a white snakeskin pair and red patent pair with chains and buckles. Both had 4 inch spiked heels.

As I got the boxes she sat with one leg casually slung across the other and had her back to her boyfriend and Nick. As I eased off her own shoe my eyes slowly looked up and down her long silky smooth legs. Because of the way she was sitting it was difficult to get the tight shoe off.

“Will this be better?” She whispered as she sensuously unlinked her long legs and rested her foot in my crotch.

I grinned and winked. I took the shoe off and fitted the snakeskin one like the Prince and Cinderella. As she examined her foot she did the now expected twist of her knee which also made her tiny shorts open a little. I had to let out a little cough to disguise my surprise. I was expecting a little flash of panty but……she wasn’t wearing any! Instead I got to see a bald fanny flap.

“Can I try the other one now?” The model purred. I took her shoe off and replaced it with the new one. Again she twisted her knee outwards and I got to see the other bald flap.

She stood up and tottered around the shop; admiring herself in the mirrors and trying to garner some praise from her boyfriend who didn’t seem interested in the slightest.

Candy returned and whispered, “I’ll teach the big-headed fucker to ignore me.” Then she tried on the red pair in exactly the same way only putting the heels together at one stage and bending both knees outwards giving me a perfect view of her bald twat with only a slither of leather in the middle.

“I’ll have both pairs sweetie.” She told me then turned to the boyfriend; “he’s paying.”

I gathered the shoes together and hobbled to the till with the shoe boxes hiding yet another stiffy!

“That’ll be……”£415 please.” I asked the star. He didn’t bat an eyelid as he passed me a black credit card. Bastard!

“Nice guy,” Nick said as the left the shop, “he’s promised me two tickets for the Cup game next Wednesday.”

“Nice girl,” I replied, “She showed me her twat ‘cos he’s a tosser!” Nick made me tell him exactly what had happened; and I did in intimate detail.

A few more days went by with not a lot of excitement when Nick asked me to open the shop the following morning as he was going to play golf with a friend and would be in at lunchtime. I was flattered that he trusted me but a little nervous.

The following morning I opened up as promised, checked the post, tilted the blinds as it was a very sunny day, paid the window cleaner, accepted two deliveries and when everything was organised made a well earned cup of coffee.

Just as the kettle boiled I heard the shop door open. I quickly poured the coffee and stepped back onto the shop floor.

“Oh!” I was a little surprised to see Dr Donna K Babb standing in the middle of the shop. I didn’t recognize her at first as she was wearing black framed glasses and her hair was tied into a short pony-tail. “Nick’s not in,” I mumbled. “He’s…..”

“Playing golf.” She finished my sentence for me “With my husband….so it’s just you and me again.” Dr Babb smiled and sashayed to the bottom of the shop where she deliberated over two styles of shoe.

My heart was racing and my stomach in knots as I looked at her. She looked twice as sexy today in a grey pencil skirt; black Bolero jacket, white silk blouse, black patent stilettos with a buckled collar around the ankle that I recognized as coming from Nicholas Ladies Shoes and some very nice fishnet tights.

“Can I try these two pairs please?” The older woman purred and I swear licked her lips.

I dutifully got the shoes and handed the first to her.

“Aren’t you going to help me try them on?” She purred again; her voice an octave or two lower, “like last time?”

I gulped and sat on the stool in front of her as she placed her foot on my lap so I could unbuckle the shoe that she was wearing. It was a battle to control the shaking in my hands but I managed then slipped on the new shoe. As usual she twisted her leg and soon curled her leg outwards. I discretely looked up her tight skirt.

“FUCK!” My brain nearly overloaded, the fishnets were stockings but I couldn’t determine what colour panties she was wearing; only that they were something dark.

“I’ll try the other one now please.” Her voice was like velvet.

As she placed her other foot on my lap so I could unbuckle it her legs drifted as wide as the tight skirt would allow.

“DOUBLE FUCK!” Dr. Donna K Babb; whose husband was playing golf with my boss, wasn’t wearing any knickers! I got a perfect view of her hairy clam, neatly framed by the black tops of her hold ups.

“Thank you.” She told me as I carefully placed the shoe onto her left foot.

With that she stood up and straightened her skirt then nonchalantly admired herself in the full length mirror. Just as I was about to salivate at her radiance the door opened and another delivery of shoes arrived.

I was in a daze as I checked the cartons and signed the slip.

As I turned towards Dr Babb, she had changed back into her original shoes and was holding her hand up and pointing a long manicured finger towards the door.

“Perhaps you should lock it and put the sign on; so that we’re not disturbed.”

“What sign?” I queried.

“It’s in the drawer under the till.” She grinned; “Nick uses it when he gives ladies… ‘Personal fittings’.”

“Oh?” Was all I could muster, as I found the sign and hung it and locked the front door.

As she sat back in the velour chair Donna hitched her skirt up to her thighs then sat down fully exposing her clam and stocking tops.

“Oh sweetie,” she purred as she adjusted her stocking tops, “surely Nick has told you what he gets up to in here?”

“No,” I gasped, sweat pouring down my back and my eyes fixed onto her neatly trimmed pussy.

“He’s very popular among the ladies in town; not just because of the shoes he sells and I think you’ll make a very good apprentice!” She said as she motioned for me to take my place on the stool again.

Mesmerized I sat between her open legs as she lay back into the chair and slid her arse onto the edge.

“Now be a good boy and lick Donnas’ pussy.”

“Really?” I whispered. “But I’ve never…you know…”

“There’s nothing to it….and if you do a good job I’ll really make it worth your while.”

When I hesitantly moved forward she held my head and stroked my thick blonde hair then gently pulled it forwards until my face was touching her minge. I’d seen enough porn to know what to do, so kissed her warm flaps then parted them with my tongue making her pant. Mmmmm her pussy tasted nice – sweeter than I would have guessed. My tongue was soon gliding up her slit and occasionally I tried to push it into the hole which made her grind her hips against me. It was when she did this I eventually found her clit. I knew because she let out a couple of ‘ooh-oohs’ and a ‘yes baby’. Donna had now lifted up both legs so her heels were digging in my shoulders but it made her pussy feel even tighter as I licked and sucked like a Demon.

“Finger me….finger me.” Donna gasped as her pussy got wetter and wetter. I maneuvered my right hand under her left leg and pulled her flaps apart as my licking on her clit got faster. She virtually sucked my finger into her hole! I jabbed and twisted my long middle finger into her sopping cunt as I tried to make her cum with my tongue. Donna couldn’t sit still and kept grabbing my hair and grinding her twat against my face in her quest for an orgasm. Eventually I had to shift my weight and in doing so one of my fingers brushed against her other hole.

“Ooh…ooh, ooh.” She grunted so I pressed a little harder with the tip, “Yes…yes…do it!” She panted as I slid an inch then two into her arsehole!

“Yeesssss! That’s it!” Dr Babb squealed and her body tightened as both of her holes felt like a tight vacuum on my fingers and my face got drenched. In seconds her body totally relaxed and her feet dropped off my shoulders.

I discretely moved back onto the stool and admired my handiwork. Dr. Donna K Babb; a woman my mothers age was reclining, legs still apart, skirt up and pussy dripping in the afterglow of an orgasm that I’d just given her. I was feeling pretty damn proud of myself.

“Mmmmm that was nice.” Donna whispered, “Now it’s your turn….stand up for me.”

As I stood up I kicked the stool to one side. Donna slid off the chair and was now kneeling in front of me. Her long fingers unfastened my belt and pulled my zip down with the ease of a pick-pocket. She looked disappointed as she pulled my trousers and pants down to my knees.

I was so nervous my cock was still a shrunken mushroom.

“Oh dear,” Donna chuckled, “have we got stage fright?” I just shrugged my shoulders.

“Let’s see if I can make Mr. Happy….happy then.”

Her pink lips planted a soft kiss on my tip. Nothing. She gently cupped my balls and then squeezed them as she flicked her tongue across my stretched foreskin. Still nothing. Donna looked up and winked; then opened her pretty little lips and swallowed my shrunken cock.

“Oooohhhhh.” I moaned as my cock twitched into life. She sucked and chewed it until it filled with blood and my knob popped out of the foreskin. She looked happy with herself as she winked at me again. She carried on sucking me for 5 or 6 minutes; tugging on my scrotum and kneading my ever swelling balls. I was in Heaven as I stood stock still while she sucked my cock like a Porn Star! I’d had a couple of blow jobs from girlfriends previously but nothing remotely like this. After a couple of minutes I realised that I could even see our reflection in the mirror. Dr. Babb looked fucking dirty as her skirt was still up around her waist and her wobbly arse was on full show while she had my whole cock in her mouth and my balls were bouncing against her chin. I nearly lost my footing and shuffled backwards until I was resting against the cupboards with Donna shuffling along on her knees still with my dick in her mouth. She looked in a trance as she swallowed and sucked my sic inches. All I could do was stand still and grip her shoulders until she’d had enough.

“That’s a good boy.” She giggled as she rubbed my rock hard 6 inches. “Now you can give me a good fucking. Would you like that?” I nodded enthusiastically.

Donna dropped onto all fours on the rug with her gorgeous arse in the air; facing me.

“Don’t hang about,” She whispered, “shove it in and fuck me long and hard.”

I was behind her in an instant and prodded my knob between soft arse cheeks. The older woman was getting agitated and grabbed my swinging balls until she which she guided against her soaking wet pussy.

“I’m not wearing a rubber.” I panicked.

“That’s all right sweetie,” she giggled as she pushed back until my cock was swallowed by her greedy cunt, “I’m too old to have babies!”

Wahay! I’d never ridden bareback before and it was absofuckinglutely fantastic. Her twat was hotter and wetter than any of the girls that I’d fucked or fingered…but not quite as tight!

The excitement of fucking an older woman nearly got too much for me and I immediately grabbed her fleshy hips and began thrusting as hard and as fast as possible making her moan with delight. I only lasted a minute; perhaps two then…whoosh…..I came with bucket loads of spunk. I finished with two long deep strokes then pulled out and sat against a cupboard as I got my breath back.

Dr Babb just rolled over onto her side with her right leg curled up so I could see my spunk running out of her stretched hole.

“Mmmmm; that was good.” Donna chuckled with a glint in her eye, “I hope you’ll last longer next time.”

“Next time?” I quizzed her.

“Oh… yes sweetie; there will be a next time.” She grinned, “I’m getting bored fucking old men…I need a young stud to satisfy me these days.”

I found a shoe cloth and wiped my dick clean as Donna stood up and re-arranged her skirt, then applied another coat of pink lipstick as if nothing had happened.

“Give me your mobile number so I can call you when I want you again.” She said with some authority. I wrote it down on a compliments slip and she swaggered off down the street.

I reopened the shop and sold a couple of handbags and a pair of shoes before Nick arrived at 1 o’clock. He was in a good mood as he had beaten Donnas’ husband and won £20.

At 1.30 I received a text; ‘I’m having lunch with hubby and I can still feel your cum oozing out of me.’ Then 30 minutes later, ‘Just played with my kitty in the ladies – thinking about you.’

Nick became a little inquisitive but I brushed him off by alluding to a new girlfriend.

The text messages continued all week; some were downright disgusting! On the following Saturday she called into the shop again with her husband and daughter. I was serving an elderly lady when I heard her voice. I desperately tried not to blush when I looked up, but I don’t think that it worked.

“These are the ones!” Her daughter excitedly squealed when she picked up a pair of Ugg boots. I quickly finished with my customer and as Nick was busy I asked what size she needed.

“A 5, but can I try the 6’s too?” The pretty teenager panted with excitement.

“Of course you can.” I smiled at her and her mother.

“I know you, don’t I?” The girl asked as I climbed the ladder. “You’re Joe’s friend aren’t you?”

“Yes, we’ve met before.” I reminded her as I opened the first box, “I plat tennis at the same club as you.”

I’d recognized her immediately. How could I not remember her? I just didn’t know that she was Donnas’ daughter. Poppy was about the same age as me but went to Public School and was part of an arrogant bunch of rich kids that wouldn’t normally piss on me if I was on fire. She reminded me of Jasmine, the Vicars niece in the TV programme Emmerdale. Long shiny brown hair, huge hazel eyes, a round face, cute pointed nose and huge tits!

Just like her mother; she wasn’t shy. Although she was dressed in casual sports clothes today; she unzipped her velour track top as she bent forward to try the boots on only to reveal that she was wearing a button neck vest and the top three buttons were undone. How her tits didn’t fall out defied science.

As she was deliberating on the size I remembered that we’d had a delivery the previous afternoon of a new style and hadn’t put them on display yet.

As I brushed past Dr. Babb her hand accidentally stroked my crotch. Thankfully her husband was talking to Nick and didn’t notice when she whispered that she wanted me to visit her at her house on Sunday morning while he was playing golf. Obviously I agreed.

I soon returned from the stockroom with the new boots.

“These are brand new and only arrived yesterday,” I told the daughter, “do you want to have a look at them too?” She looked up and mouthed ‘ok’. “They’re a limited edition and we’re the only shop in the area to get them in.” I bullshitted.

There was a new interest in her eyes at the thought of seeing something exclusive. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw them.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy!” She squealed like a baby as she tried them on and they fit like Cinderella’s glass slipper. “Daddy…..I must have them….Daddy…buy them for me!”

I fucking hate it when girls behave like that; but business was business.

Donna noticed me staring at her daughters’ ample chest and glared at me. Jealous?

“Are you going to Meg’s Party tonight at the Tennis Club?” Poppy asked as I ran her Daddy’s platinum credit card through the machine.

I stifled a sneer and replied, “I don’t think that I’m invited.”

“Oh you are now!” The excited teenager giggled as she cradled her shoe bag, “I owe you a beer…or something.” Donna was struggling to hide her anger but her daughter sniggered, “just ask for me when you get there. Don’t forget.”

As I was walking to the bus stop later in the day; I received a text from Dr Donna K Babb that gave instructions on how to find her house and what time to be there on Sunday morning; ending with a note to ‘keep my hands off her daughters tits….or else!’

I met the lads in the pub as usual at 7.30 and told them that I’d served ‘Poppy Big Boobs’ with some shoes and that she’d invited ME to a party. They weren’t sure whether to believe me or not but a couple had noticed that my standing among the girls had gone up in the time that I’d been working in a shoe shop. A few beers later me and Scooby got in a taxi and headed to the Tennis club.

We were already members but generally looked down on by the ‘cooler members’….like Poppy and her friends; because we went to the State school rather than the posh public schools that they attended. We were in a good mood as we walked towards the large conference room that the party was being held in. We were both wearing white Nike’s, baggy jeans that hung around our arses; Scooby had a green cardigan and white t-shirt and I was wearing a black Fred Perry Polo shirt. We thought that we looked like the lost members of the Arctic Monkeys with our spiky hair and three day stubble.

There was no one at the door of the function room so we headed straight to the bar and ordered beers, and just as we started to neck them and survey the room, Poppy appeared out of nowhere.

“You came!” She squealed with delight as she linked her arm with mine and proceeded to drag me across the room. Poppy looked stunning. Obviously she was wearing her new blue Ugg boots, but these were paired with a very, very short cream pleated skirt and a blue cotton cardigan that was only fastened with the middle two buttons and therefore revealed her tanned and toned tummy which had a dangling silver and diamante ring attached to her naval and her voluptuous boobs that were encased in a frilly pink bra that was obviously ‘on show’.

“Absolutely everyone…. just….loves…my boots.” She huskily purred when we arrived next to her friends. “They are just….soooooo….jealous!”

We had a couple of drinks and a dance or two as Scooby chatted up a couple of her similarly attired young friends. As the DJ played a slow song at midnight Poppy whispered “Do you want a lift home?”

I looked over at Scooby who had his tongue down a skinny redhead’s throat and nodded in the affirmative. Two minutes later she’d virtually dragged me to her Silver VW Polo and the car was skidding out of the car park. Thankfully she’d only been drinking Cola all night as she raced through the back lanes towards a huge Supermarket.

“I don’t live here.” I drunkenly grinned as she slowly parked the car at the furthest corner of the car-park.

“I know!” Poppy grinned as she unlocked her seat belt and turned towards me. There was an embarrassing silence for a few seconds until I leaned forward and tentatively kissed her puffy red lips, then eased back to see what her reaction would be.

“Mmmmm; that was nice.” She smiled and moved towards me. I reciprocated. I grabbed her head and stuffed my tongue into her mouth.

“SHHHIIIITTTT!” I screamed inside my head when I realised that she had a stud in her tongue. I didn’t let it put me off and the next few minutes were filled with our tongues lashed against each other and my hands poring over her big tits – which she loved. It took a bit of wriggling on her behalf and some dexterous finger work on mine but I eventually unlocked her bra and freed her puppies. I had to break off the kiss so I could bury my face in her melons – licking, sucking and generally gorging on her boobs as Poppy pulled her top and bra off.

I was so engrossed I hardly noticed her sliding her hand down the front of my baggy jeans and rubbing my stiff dick through my boxers. When I did notice (hahaha) I responded by sliding my hand up her tiny skirt and stroked her pussy through her damp panties. Poppy’s response was to lift her leg onto the dashboard and pull my cock out at the same time. My finger was virtually sucked into her pussy as I twisted and turned while we frantically kissed again. She’d obviously wanked guys off before as her hand alternated between soft and tender caresses and fast and furious rubs. I on the other hand just shoved as many fingers (three) as I could up her hole!

Poppy broke our kiss again and with huge glazed eyes whispered; “Do you want me to suck you off?”

“Okay.” I lamely responded. She wriggled into a comfortable position and greedily began sucking my rock hard dick. Fucking Hell! That gold stud nearly made my head explode as she ran it across my bell-end! I’d never felt emotions like this before in my young life. Her mother must have been giving her blow-job lessons…..she was fucking amazing!

I tried to keep fingering her and playing with her tits with the other hand but she was sending me into orbit with her tongue and throat. By now she was squeezing and scratching my scrotum with her long red nails as she sucked my cock like a whore!

“Huh!” I eventually groaned as I yanked her hair, and tried to warn her, “I’m cumming….I can’t stop!” Poppy just wanked my cock even faster and opened her mouth as wide as possible.

“FffffuuuuccccCCKKKK!” I gasped as spurt after spurt filled her mouth. Like a vacuum she sucked every last drop of seed out of my dick and swallowed the lot, then rolled back into her seat with her back against the door, her right foot still on the dashboard exposing her trimmed pubes and puckered piss flaps. I was spent and just sat staring at her with my mouth draped open. Poppy began stroking and pulling her pussy flaps apart.

“You’ve made me very wet.” Her voice dropped a couple of octaves. “Have you ever watched a girl finger herself?”

I nervously shook my head.

“Do you want to?” She asked with a cheeky grin as she tweaked her stiff pink nipples and teased her flaps open.

I nodded.

She closed her eyes as her finger slid inside the sticky hole. I was soon as stiff as a board again as Poppy squeezed and slapped her big boobs and her other fingers slid in and out of her sticky cunt as her thumb flicked her clit which was sticking out like a third nipple. I couldn’t stop myself and began tugging at my dick. She was amazing – what a porn show! It must have taken her five minutes or more but when she finally climaxed I thought that she was pissing herself; as so much lady cum leaked out of her hole; and the noise she made was nearly animalistic.

I was still wanking furiously when Poppy finally opened her twinkling eyes.

“Oooh goody….. More lovely spunk!” She giggled and bent forward, “spray it on my tits.”

That was all I needed to hear…..SPLASH…..I shot another load onto her massive mammories, which she rubbed in then licked the residue off her fingertips.

“That was fun.” She giggled as she searched for her bra and cardigan which she put on over her spunk stained tits. “We’ll have to do this again.”

“Yeah,” I mumbled as I tucked my dick away, “cool.”

She then drove me home and we had another good fumble and finger before I got out of the car. I lay in bed casually wanking as I re-lived the last hour in Poppy’s car. I couldn’t believe my luck; but eventually began to worry that she must think that I was a Muppet because I hardly said anything all night. (I was later to find out she thought I was cool and enigmatic!)

The following morning I was in a deep sleep when my mobile phone buzzed; waking me up.

I yawned and ran my fingers through my messy hair as I read the message. ‘Feeling very horny. Want your young cock NOW. Cum to me – house empty.’ It was from Donna.

‘OK’, I replied, ‘what address?’

She immediately responded with the address and added, ‘Poppy was very happy this morning – did you fuck her last night?’

I grinned and tapped out, ‘on my way’.

I didn’t bother to shower so twenty minutes later I was riding my BMX up the gravel path of the Babb family.

I didn’t even have to knock as Donna opened the large door as soon as I swung my leg over the crossbar. My cock instantly began to twitch when a slight gust of wind blew her short dressing gown apart revealing her bald twat. She back-heeled the door closed and grabbed me by my sweatshirt and planted a big sloppy kiss on my lips and grabbed my bollocks.

“Come with me….stud.” Donna mischievously chuckled as she turned towards the open staircase. As she approached the first step she dropped the gown to the floor and walked upstairs completely naked apart from a pair of fluffy pink mules. Her wobbly arse was rolling from side to side and I could see her trailing flaps between her legs; only inches from my nose as sashayed in front of me.

The bedroom was nearly as big as our lounge and the bed was enormous. Donna threw herself onto the bed and immediately began rubbing her pussy.

“Right now stud……strip for me and show me that gorgeous hunk of young cock.” Donna grinned as she dipped two fingers into her hole. I nearly tripped as I rushed to get my jeans off; which amused her. Her eyes twinkled and I swear that her large tits heaved as my cock eventually sprang out of my boxers.

“Kneel here sweetie.” Donna purred as she patted the bed, “then let me suck that magnificent thing.” I was beside her in a flash and pointed my stiffy at her ruby red lips. Donna hungrily gobbled it; sucking the purple knob and licking the shaft. ‘Fuck’! She was good!

I steadied myself by holding the metal headboard and caressing her massive mammories. I couldn’t stop myself comparing mother and daughter. Donna’s tits were a little bit bigger and much softer than Poppy’s and in the bright sunlight I could see blue veins surrounding her big pink nipples. Not that that put me off as I squashed them and tweaked the raspberry sized nipples making her wince. The dirty fucker liked it when I pulled on her nipples so I did it harder for 20 seconds or so. ‘Okey dokey’, I thought and cupped her head in my hands; then thrust my cock into her mouth.

Donna’s eyes were tightly closed but she didn’t try to stop my as I thrust again and again….virtually fucking her mouth. In fact she began rubbing her clit and fingering her cunt. That was all I needed to know.

“You dirty old tart!” I grunted as my bell-end hit her tonsils, “So you like it rough do you?” Donna responded by digging her long nails into my arse. “Let’s see how you like this!” I grabbed two handfuls of hair; just like I’d seen guys do in Porn movies and began fucking her mouth as hard as possible until my balls were bouncing off her chin. Her fingering was becoming frenzied now and I could smell her juices as they ran onto the bed.

“I’m gonna fill your fucking mouth with spunk any second.” I grunted as I felt my balls tighten.

“Ugh ugh ugh.” Donna gurgled as her body suddenly stiffened and her nipples nearly exploded as I presumed my words finally made her cum. “Yyyeeessssss you fuckeeerrrr!” I shouted as I shot a load of jism into the doctor’s mouth. I relaxed my grip on her hair as she slowly squeezed the last drops out of my cock. I was trembling as I slowly slid onto my back. We lay like this in silence for a minute or so; then Dr Babb rolled onto her side and began stroking my balls.

“You’re a quick learner,” She smiled as she ran a thumb nail down my wilting shaft. “Unless; my darling daughter is a good teacher.” I blushed and turned away. “Did you fuck her last night?” Donna brazenly asked.

“No.” I answered; quite indignantly.

“Really?” Donna looked puzzled as she stroked my cock back to life. “She certainly had a spring in her step this morning. So I….presumed….ok…I believe you.”

I couldn’t believe my ears as she questioned me about her daughter. At this stage my cock suddenly grew rock hard as I daydreamed about a threesome with mother and daughter!

“Mmmmmmmm….that was quick!” Donna chuckled, “I suppose that’s the joys of youth.” Her hand soon began stroking it and I turned my head until I was sucking on her raspberry nipples. At this stage I ran my hand across her soft belly and stroked her hairless pubic area then began tugging and teasing her long piss-flaps. She was absolutely fucking soaking and sticky…..I had no idea women could really get this turned on.

I slid a finger in but it hardly touched the sides; then a second which made her shuffle for comfort and drop her head until she was sucking my dick again. I had nothing to lose and she was obviously gagging for it so I eased another two fingers into her sopping cunt. She hardly seemed to notice apart from spreading her legs for me. The harder and deeper I jammed my fingers the harder she sucked my cock – a win-win situation! My thumb accidentally touched her clit as I shoved my hand in past the second knuckle making her tense a little.

I grabbed her hair with my free hand and began bucking my hips until my cock was at the back of her throat again and my hand jabbed into her cunt as my thumb rubbed her clit. Donna began trembling so I repeated my name calling. ‘Dirty fucker’, ‘old tart’, ‘MILF’, ‘cocksucker’ and then by accident I mumbled, “You’re even better at sucking cock than that slapper of a fucking daughter.”

I thought Donna was having a fit and might bite my cock off as she went crazy!

“She couldn’t get enough of my cock last night,” I continued and Donna began rubbing her clit against my thumb, “I thought she was going to suck me off in front of everybody at the party.” Donna now had my cock deep down her throat. “Then in the car she stripped naked and sucked me off twice….swallowing both loads of fucking spunk….then she fucked herself for me…..and any fucker else who wanted to watch!”

“Aaaaagguuugghhh!” She gurgled and screamed as a very intense orgasm racked her body into submission.

“Fucking hell!” She panted as she flopped onto her back, “that was…fucking great!” Her chest inflated and deflated before my eyes as she gasped for air. “Oh God! Oh shit!” She mumbled as sweat ran down the crease of her chest.

Eventually she turned her head to face me. “Did she really suck you off last night?”

I grinned and nodded.

“And?” Donna looked straight into my eyes, “Did she do…that other thing?”

“Finger herself?” I asked with a new air of confidence.

She nodded.


“I can’t think who she takes after.” Donna giggled as she put her arm around me and pulled me to her. Eventually she whispered, “Let’s take a shower.”

The bedroom was en-suite and the shower was probably bigger than my bedroom.

I nervously climbed in and Donna turned the water on. It was so powerful I thought it was going to take my skin off. She took a bottle of shampoo from the rack and massaged it into her luscious hair which made her tits wobble and therefore my cock twitch back into life. I shampooed and rinsed my own hair than began rubbing liquid soap into her tits then down between her legs. Still washing her hair she lifted a leg and rested her foot on the seat in the corner. Now that her cunt was all soapy I repeated my fingering until I had four fingers in her again. Donna closed her eyes and tried as best se could to hold onto the shower wall as the water naturally rinsed her hair. I made no attempt to rub her clit this time but tried to force my thumb up her chuff as well. It took some twisting but I managed it. Donna was moaning and groaning as I fisted her well used cunt.

This was better than anything that I’d ever fantacised about in the last 3 years. My wrist and cock were soon aching and I just had to fuck her. I pulled my hand out wit a ‘plop’ and stepped forward.

“No sweetie,” Donna panted, “from behind. Do my from behind.” She turned away from me and stood spread-eagled…..tits and hands pressed against the tiled wall and legs wide open.

I held her hips and slid my cock into her crack. It easily slid up her stretched cunt. There was hardly any grip but I wrapped my arms around her belly with her tits hanging over as I began banging away like a German Shepard dog.

“Fuck me….fuck me harder!” Donna kept squealing and I did. After a couple of minutes I slipped and we parted. I grabbed her again and shoved my cock straight back between her legs. Only this time I found some resistance but gave it one hard push and I was in.

“Oh oh oh… dirty bastard…..that’s my arse!” Donna grunted as my cock bottomed out inside her. I grabbed her by the tits and resumed banging away…only this time pummeling her arse hole.

“OOHYA! Yes yes yes……baby!” She grunted as she pressed her arse back to meet my thrusts.

“I’m fucking her arse! I’m fucking her arse!” was all I could think of as I battered her hole and tried to pull her tits off her chest.

Without any warning my balls suddenly tightened and shot after shot of hot spunk quickly filled her cavity. I clung to her like a limpet for a few seconds as I recovered my senses and unceremoniously pulled my cock out f her arse. Donna slumped crying to the floor of the shower.

I stepped back and a wave of panic came over me when I saw her tears and heard her snuffling.

“Are you ok?” I whispered.

Dr Babb turned her soaking tousled head to face me.

“OK?” she winked, “that was the best fuck that I’ve ever had!”

I arrogantly smiled my approval

As soon as I’d dried and dressed Donna chased me away as Poppy would be home soon after visiting her horse at the stables and they were then meeting her husband at the Golf Club for lunch.

On the Friday lunchtime Mrs. Syal called in again. She was looking hotter and sexier each time she visited. This time she was wearing tight black leather trousers and bought another pair of shoes and a matching handbag. She only had a couple of bags but pouted her big red lips and asked Nick if I could carry them to her car again.

He winked at me and said it would be ok. On the way to the car she told me that she had moved into a new apartment and asked if she paid me would I help her move some boxes and furniture around the following day.

I told her I was working until 5 but I could help on the evening. She agreed to pick me up from outside the shop. But that and my continuing affair with Dr. Babb and her daughter are ‘another story’.

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