Dirty Old Men Ch. 02bysarahcoulborn©
I felt so used and dirty and so completely fucked. I'd just had the best sex of my young life.
Picking my knickers up off the floor I remembered what Les had said about not needing them anymore and instead of putting them back on I just wiped his spunk from my thighs and along my slit. I left them on the table as I had a feeling I might need them to wipe up with again later, at least I hoped so.
Grabbing a few bits from my bag, I went into the toilet to sort my makeup and hair. Just as I was about to leave I spotted a magazine on the floor. It was a porno but not like the ones in the shop, this one was called 'BDSM Sluts' and had a picture of a girl tied to a post with her hands above her head, her bottom bright red and her smudged makeup running down her face as she was whipped by a naked fat old bloke in a black leather mask.
I flicked through the magazine, smiling when I noticed that a few pages were stuck together. Obviously Les had liked those pages especially, so I peeled some apart and was quite shocked by what I saw. The first pages I peeled apart showed a picture story of a girl, tied and whipped by two old blokes. She was bent over, her arse bright red, and they were sticking things in her bum. First a metal thing that looked like a small funny shaped dildo, then a banana and finally a cucumber, before pulling that out and taking turns fucking her bottom.
I felt myself getting aroused again as I looked at the second lot of pages that had been stuck together, it was the same girl, but this time she was kneeling in an empty bath with her hands tied behind her back. She had her mouth open and an expectant look on her face and I gasped as I saw the story develop. The two old men had come into the pictures and they were aiming their small soft cocks at her. Then the girl leaning towards them slightly had a look of rapture on her face as the two old men released streams of hot yellow pee into her mouth.
My breathing quickened as I looked at her, the old men's pee turning into a hot yellow river cascading out of her open mouth and down her body. I felt my pussy twitch as I imagined Les standing over me, aiming his soft cock at my face, looking at the little slit and waiting for the dam to burst...
"Sarah!" Les shouted. "Sarah!"
I quickly put the magazine down and hurried out to the shop.
"Oh there you are love, I need to go out for a bit can you mind the shop?"
I couldn't shake the image of him standing over me with his cock in his hand, kneeling and waiting for the golden flow....
"Yes sorry Les," I gasped trying to drag my gaze away from the crotch of his filthy pants.
He chuckled when he saw where I was looking, "Come behind the counter love I need to show you how to use the till, there'll be plenty of time for some more fun later."
I blushed slightly and did as I was told, little did he know the kind of fun I was imagining us having right then.
I stood in front of the till as Les stood behind me and took me through how it all worked. I felt his hand move slowly down my back and over the swell of my bottom and I moaned quietly as he began to knead by bum cheeks again.
"You like that don't you Sarah?" He whispered in my ear.
"Yes Les," I breathed.
"Tell me what it is you like love," he whispered again, as he slipped his pudgy old hand up my skirt.
"I like you feeling me up Les, I like feeling your hands up my skirt."
Les laughed as he stroked and squeezed my naked buttocks, then gave them a hard slap, "Well when I get back I'll play with it some more eh?"
The old man shuffled off, leaving me desperately horny and longing for him to come back and use my young body.
The shop was fairly quiet while he was out. I served one or two customers and soon got the hang of the till. About half an hour after Les had gone I heard the shop bell ring and looked up from the magazine I was reading on the counter. To my surprise I saw the little old man from the bus, stretching to reach one of the porno magazines on the top shelf.
I stifled a giggle as he shuffled over to the counter, he hadn't looked up yet as he was too busy flicking through the magazine he was about to buy. When he did finally look up he looked shocked at first but then a dirty, gummy grin spread across his cheeks and he laid the magazine carefully down on the counter. Looked down briefly and saw that it was 'Eighteen and Horny', I almost laughed out loud as I realised that the title could have easily been a description of me.
"That's three pounds fifty please," I smiled, the old man was still grinning at me and made no move to get his money out.
"Are you in this?" he cackled.
I blushed slightly and laughed, "No not this month."
"Les usually orders me in a special magazine as well, is it in yet?" he asked.
"I'm not sure, what's the name? I'll have a look." I turned and bent over at my hips, knowing that my skirt would ride up and give the dirty old bugger a great view of my naked bottom.
"E...Ernie," the old man gasped.
I smiled as I pretended to search through the cupboard for his magazine. In truth it was on the top of the pile and had a big sticker with 'Ernie' on it covering half of the title. It was another copy of 'BDSM Sluts' the same one I'd been reading in the toilet.
"This yours?" I asked brightly as I stood up, turning around and putting the magazine down on the counter.
"That's the one love," the old man laughed. "You read it?"
"Yes," I blurted out before I could stop myself.
"I thought you looked a bit wet," he laughed. "You should shave your minge so I can see your crack better next time."
I blushed and held out my hand for his money, his eyes now fixed on my tits. "Nice pair you've got there," he said, "bet you've never had a gummy suck have you?"
I shook my head realising exactly what he meant as I looked at his toothless grin and wondering what it would feel like.
As I held out my hand to give him my change, his bony fingers lingered, not taking the money but instead caressing the skin of my palm gently. I couldn't move and just stared into his eyes, if he had taken me in the back room he could have had me right there and then.
But the spell was broken was the shop bell as another customer came in.
"Bugger," muttered Ernie, the grin quickly disappearing from his wrinkled face as he folded the magazines and tucked them in an inside pocket.
"You getting the bus tomorrow morning love?" he asked me as he was leaving.
"Yes," I squeaked, remembering how good his fingers had felt that morning.
"See you tomorrow then," he laughed and was gone.
I served the new customer with barely a word, I was so horny now and I just wanted Les to come back, I wanted to feel his pervy old hands on my body.
I smiled when I saw Les outside, he had stopped and was talking to Ernie. They were both laughing and glancing at the shop and I knew they were talking about me. I wondered what they were saying.
A few minutes later Ernie was gone and Les shuffled back into the shop, a cardboard box in his hand.
"Hello Sarah love, everything ok?" he leered at me as he spoke.
"Yes thank you Les," I replied.
"Ernie was telling me you gave him a little show," I nodded and Les continued. "Good girl Sarah, but be careful who you flash, some customers might not like it.
"Now, how much have you missed me?" he breathed, coming around behind the counter.
"Oh Les, I want you," I gasped as he pushed his pudgy, wrinkled hand up my skirt and ran his fat finger along and then into my hot slit.
"Quite a lot I'd say," he chuckled as he withdrew his hand and then ran his wet finger around my lips.
I sucked his finger into my mouth hungrily, tasting my musky juices, wishing it was his dirty old cock in my mouth.
"Come through to the back love, I've got a present for you."
Les pushed through the beaded curtain into the back room and I followed him, my heart pounding.
As soon as we got into the back room Les dropped the box and grabbed me, pulling me into his fat body. Roughly he clamped his mouth over mine and I felt his tongue force its way between my lips. After a brief moment of shock I kissed him back and we stood snogging, sixty two year old man and eighteen year old girl. His hands wandered over my body and I threw my head back and gasped as he mauled my soft tits through my blouse and licked and sucked at my neck.
"Oh you're such a lovely little slut Sarah," the old man slobbered.
I felt his hand up the back of my skirt again but I groaned in frustration when he broke off telling me he needed the toilet.
"Don't worry my love," he called back. "I'll be back in a minute and we can have some more fun."
A few moments later he was back out with the BDSM magazine in his hands. He'd opened it up on the pages showing the girl getting peed on, there was an evil grin on his face.
"Like this do you?" his voice was oily and sexy again and I saw no reason to deny it, no matter how much I was embarrassed, so I just nodded.
The old man just stood and looked at me for a moment before handing me the magazine, "Here you go put it on the table, your present is in the box open it. I'll be back down in a minute" he told me.
I watched him climb the stairs and looked down at the pictures of the pee soaked girl, my knees were shaking and I thought I might fall over. So I did as I was told put the magazine down, holding onto the table as I did so.
The box had clothes in it, so I pulled them out one by one smiling as I saw what they were. White blouse, blue tie, short blue skirt and knee high white socks and there was a school blazer neatly folded at the bottom of the box.
Les was still bumping about upstairs and the shop was quiet so I quickly stripped off my clothes and put on the school uniform, I couldn't wait to see the look on Les's face when he saw me in it.
Just as I was finishing the knot of the blue school tie, Les came back down the stairs with a plastic carrier bag in his hand.
"Oh you dirty little slag," he murmured as he looked me up and down.
"Thank you Les," I beamed, giving him a twirl.
The uniform was tight and short in all the right places and it was obviously having the desired effect judging by the tent in the front of the old man's dirty pants.
Les put the bag on the table, "I was saving these until we'd got to know each other better, but I think you're ready for them now. I'll just go and lock up so we're not disturbed love."
I opened the bag and gasped as I heard Les locking the shop door. By the time he came back I was holding a pair of silver handcuffs and a large black dildo in my hands and there in the bottom of the bag was the same short metal dildo that I'd seen the old men putting up the girl's bottom in the magazine.
Les came back holding a bottle of olive oil in his hand, a look of animal lust twisting his features. I dropped the things back into the bag and looked hungrily at the bulge in his crotch.
"Bend over the table Sarah, there's a good girl," he growled.
I did as I was told, bending over the table top like last time, but now my face was pressed against the magazine and I was looking close-up at a thick yellow stream of piss gushing into the girls open mouth.
Les grabbed my hands and roughly pulled them behind my back and I gasped as I felt cold metal on my wrists and heard a click as the handcuffs were snapped into place.
"Now you're going to get it you little cunt," Les snarled.
My stomach flipped at the change in his voice, I was suddenly a bit afraid but it only served to increase the burning desire between my thighs.
"Know what this is?" Les waved the squat, shiny metal dildo in front of my eyes.
"N...no," I stuttered.
Les laughed, "It's a butt plug Sarah and it's going up your tight little bum.
I heard him unscrew the cap of the bottle and gasped as the old man roughly pushed my school skirt up over my hips and gasped again as I felt the warm silky oil dribbling between my buttocks.
"B...but Les I..." I began, but was cut off by the feeling of cold metal being forced into my virgin anus.
It felt like I badly needed the toilet and it hurt as he pushed it, the thick head stretching my ring before popping inside suddenly. My bum felt incredibly full now and my arsehole was gripping the thinnest part of the plug. I could feel the thick disc at the bottom pressing into my arse cheeks.
I heard Les lowering his zip, "Good Girl Sarah," he breathed as I felt him prodding around my cunt with his stiff old cock. Then I cried out as he suddenly entered me, going balls deep at the first hard thrust.
I pressed back into him hard, wanting him and felt the butt plug being pressed deeper into my arse by his big belly.
"Fuck me Les, fuck me!" I squealed as my first orgasm built and then exploded within me as he began his pounding thrusts.
The table squeaked and groaned beneath me as the old man pounded my young cunt and I was delirious with pleasure, struggling against my cuffs and rotating my hips as I was ploughed.
"You little schoolgirl slag Sarah, you like that do you? Like it up your arse?" Les yelled.
"Oh Les, yes I fucking love it, please fuck me," I moaned, tears streaking my face for the second time that day.
The old man quickly withdrew his cock and I squealed when he yanked the thick metal plug out of my arse, I felt incredibly empty now and needed something else inside me, then I felt his cock pressing against my tight brown hole.
He pushed the tip into me slowly, before losing patience and falling forward with all his weight behind him and burying his cock deep in my bowels. I cried out in pain as he began to shaft my arse and a second orgasm hit me. The ache in my bum felt delicious and I wondered why I hadn't let anyone do this to me before.
"You like it up your arse don't you Sarah?" Les shouted as he buggered me hard.
"Yes Les! Oh fuck, do me, do my fucking arse!" I sobbed, his cock felt wonderful filling me like that.
"You want me and Ernie to piss on you, you little slut? Like the girl in the porno? Well do you?" Les growled.
"Yes Les I want you to piss in my mouth, I'll do anything you want," I came hard again, my muscles spasming, my anus clamping down hard on his thick old cock.
Les grunted and rammed his cock up my bum one last time, holding it there as I felt it expand and pulse inside me as he filled my bowels with his hot spunk.
We stayed like this for what seemed like ages, the sounds of my sobs gradually turning into occasional sniffles as I felt his cock deflate and finally slip out of my beautifully stretched anal hole.
"Stay there a minute," Les panted and crossing over to the sink he washed the butt plug under the tap.
When he crossed the room again and stood behind me I knew what was coming and sighed as I felt the cold metal pressing against my anus again and then pushing inside as my ring stretched and gave way.
"You're to keep it in while you work here, do you understand?"
"Yes Les," I mumbled, the way it felt now I never wanted to take it out.
I yelped as he spanked my bottom hard a few times and was disappointed when he stopped after only a few strokes, I wanted more, I wanted to be used and degraded.
"We'll save that for later, for now clean yourself up you little slut and then you can use the phone to call your mum and tell her you won't be home. You'll be sleeping in my bed tonight...although you won't be getting much sleep..."
"Yes Les," I sniffed as he unlocked and removed the cuffs. I stood up, turned and fell into his arms delighting in the feel of his enormous belly pressing against me.
"Thank you," I whispered as I kissed him gently.
"Just you wait and see what me and Ernie are going to do to you later Sarah love, just you wait," he sniggered as his lips crushed mine.
We kissed passionately and my pussy twitched again at the thought of the two old men using me and peeing on me and wondered excitedly what else they had in store for my young body.