Butt Coin

After this, I only remember snippets of the conversation. Like I remember Sven and I arguing about how we needed for an age cut off for the women involved. We both agreed that 18 was way too low. I argued that something like 35 years-old made more sense, but Sven said that we should only allow 50+ year-old women to make coins because it would really help limited the number of coins made--which made sense--and also because he really liked mature MILFS.

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The next morning was rough. I awoke, cold and sore on the kitchen floor of my flat. I had no recollection of how I made it home from the pub, nor why I was missing my left shoe. My jacket was also missing, but I eventually did find it along with a half-eaten kebab that I had stuffed in my pocket behind my couch.

It took some time to get myself up off the hard kitchen floor. Once I did, I eventually stripped off my clothes and crawl to my bed where I slept until noon, when I was horribly awoken by my phone.

At first, I just tried to ignore the caller, but they were persistent. After the fourth time the call was sent to voice mail, I eventually got up and found my phone. It was my boss.

"Hello?" I croaked out as I picked up her call on the fifth ring.

"You sound like shit," my boss snapped at me. "Have you been drinking?"

"Yes. A lot," I managed to get out as I tried not to throw up.

"You probably don't want to go to Buenos Aries today then?" She taunted me.

"The Estrada Project?" I just barely eked out, for my throat was red and raw.

"Yes, and it an emergency," I could hear her grinning through the phone. "They need someone there on the ground by tomorrow at the latest, but tonight would be best."

I groaned down the line at my boss.

"I can get you a £10,000 bonus, unlimited over time, and a healthy per diem," she sweetened the pot.

"One second," I groaned down the line before I opened my phone and then went my banking app. Sure enough, right below the transaction for the half-eaten kebab that still sat in my jacket pocket, was a wire transfer to Sven for £50,000. The night cost me dearly. "Fuck," I cried.

"Sorry?" asked my boss. "Is that yes?"

"When's my flight?" I asked my boss.

"The car is already on its way."

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Six weeks later I finally made it back to London. I was tired, dirty, and was still about £25,000 in the hole from the £50,000 I stupidly invested in Butt Coin. I fully meant to track down Sven to see how my investment was doing--especially since I hadn't heard a peep from him since I last saw him--but first I had a million things to do to recover from my trip.

Incredibly high on my list of things to do was dry cleaning. I ended up spending far more time outside in the field with the client than I ever did in Buenos Aires. Now all my good work suits were just a giant pile of muddy rags with missing buttons, and odd tears in them.

Luckily for me there was a great little seamstress shop that does shirt laundering and ironing, as well as drop off point for one of the dry-cleaning services I use, down from my flat. Its ran by this nice Greek lady named Maria. I've been going to her since I moved to London, and she's always been great whenever I had a problem with my clothes.

I had just landed that morning, and the jetlag was killing me, but I was determined to stay awake as long as I could in hope of getting back on schedule before I was expected back at work on the following Monday. I resisted the urge to crawl into bed, and instead I bundled up all of my dirty suits and headed down the street to Maria' shop.

For an early Friday afternoon, the streets seemed quiet, but maybe that was me. For I really didn't get any sleep on the plane, so I admit that I was still pretty out of it. I rounded the corner down from my flat and headed down this little pedestrian walkway to Maria' shop.

As luck would have it, there Maria was standing outside her shop, smoking a cigarette while on her phone. She was dressed in a long, casual yet functional brown dress that went down to her bare calves, and wore a pair of thick soled, but fashionable, brown work boots. On top of her dress, she wore a long, handmade patch work jacket she had stitched together from a hundred different fabrics over the years. The jacket had immense pockets, and at least a dozen different pins sticking out of it that gave her and it a punk rock feel. Also, Maria must have had her roots recently touched up, for her curly shoulder length hair, was shiny and black.

As I approached, Maria looked up at me over a pair of dark rimmed reading glasses and she smiled. "And where have you been?" she demanded in a stern way that reminded me of my own Greek mother.

"Argentina," I said as I held up my bag of dirty clothes. "Which is why I'm here."

"I bet you were chasing women again?" she scolded me while she took one last drag.

"I wish. No. I was there for work," I said. "And I think I've ruined all my suits."

"Come, show me," she demanded as she stood up and we walked into her tiny shop.

Usually, the place was piled high with clothes that people need mended, but all that was gone and all that remained was her old sewing machine and small little project that she looked like she was working on for fun.

"Come, come," she motioned for me to follow her to the wide flat counter near the register where she motioned for my bag of dirty suits.

I handed her my bag of dirty suits. "Did you stop mending clothes?" I asked as I motioned to where the giant pile of clothes used to sit.

"No, but now I only do it for special customers like you," Maria smiled at me as she put on her reading glasses. She quickly dumbed my dirty suits on to the counter and they came out in a solid mass and hit the table with a thud. "What did you do?" she gasped.

"It was terrible out there in Argentina," I confessed as I broke apart the mass of suits and then rummaged through the pile for examples. "This sleave was nearly ripped off by a dirt mover. And see this hole in the trouser leg there? I nearly got bit by a snake."

Maria gave a hearty chuckle at my misfortune.

"I swear," I laughed as I pulled my phone from my pocket. "Here. I even got a photo of the snake." I quickly flipped through my phone until I found the photo of the giant boa constrictor one of the workmen had found.

I stepped up next to Maria to show her the photo of the snake, when all the sudden my phone began to shake and to make a strange alert sound that I never heard before.

Maria shot me a peculiar look that I couldn't pin down. Then suddenly Maria's phone that was hidden in her long patch work jacket began to make the same noise.

Maria's eyes went wide as she watched me over the pile of my dirty suits try to figure out why my phone was making the strange alert that I've never heard before. She slowly reached into her patch work jacket and pulled out her phone. She opened it, read whatever was causing her phone to sound. Her eyebrows rose over the thick rims of her dark glasses, then she pursed her lips, and then swiped right on her phone.

"Are you going to answer your phone?" asked Maria as her eyes quickly darted around her little shop.

A new, more urgent alert suddenly began to sound on my phone. Still unsure what the first alert was and why Maria was now staring suspiciously at me, I looked down pulled out my phone again and open it up. There, on my screen was a photo of Maria in the same patch work jacket, but with just the hint of bare boob underneath. "What the...?" I whispered.

Maria reached over and put her hand on my arm and whispered, "You make Butt Coins too?"

"Huh?" I said confused as my eyes darted back and forth between Maria and my phone as I tried figuring out what the hell was happening.

I looked up at Maria and she gave me a big smile. "Would you like to make a Butt Coin with me? Now would be a good time. I'll lock the door."

"Butt Coin?" I said a little shocked. "How do you know about Butt Coin?"

"Do you know Sven? He's from Sweden and lives nearby I think," Maria smiled as she began to twirl her finger through her curly hair.

"Yes?" I said a little unsure how much I wanted to admit too while my phone kept ringing.

"He is very crazy, but I like him," said Maria before she reached over my shoulder and swiped right on my phone.

"Make a Butt Coin now!" Both our phones chimed in a little robotic voice.

"I didn't know that Sven was this far along, and how did he get the app on my phone?" I stammered.

"It's okay," Maria began to coo as she started stroking my arm.

"I'm not even sure what to do?" I confessed as I stood there like an idiot.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of you," Maria gave me a wry smile as she quickly darted to the front of her shop and locked the door.

"Are we going to do it here?" I asked nervously.

"If you want, we could," Maria' eyes glinted. "But maybe the back room will be better."

Maria grabbed me by the front of my jumper and pulled me towards the back room of her shop. The room was full of dry cleaning and laundry bags, but in the middle of it all was a large, hip height folding table.

"Let me get ready," Maria smiled as she ran her hand across the side of my ribs before she walked off to the toilet in the corner of the room and closed the door. "I always thought you were a good boy," yelled Maria through the toilet door while she took a quick piss.

"Me too," I said as I looked over and saw hanging on the wall several photos of Maria's family, including her grandchildren and an older Greek man with a dark monobrow and a moustache that I assumed was her husband. "I would have never expected that you would be doing Butt Coin. How is it going so far?"

"It's going great," grunted Maria as she took a quick shit.

"Really?" I said a little shocked by the whole situation. "If you don't mind me asking, is this the first Butt Coin you've made.

"No," Maria laughed as she started to run the sink in the toilet. "The crazy Swedish guy was my first Butt Coin," she trailed off as she grunted again, quickly followed by wet splashes in the toilet.

"Really? How many coins have you made?" I asked.

"Five," she panted from behind the toilet door. "You will make six."

"Really?" I was stunned. "And have they traded? You know, have you made any residuals?"

The door to the toilet sprung open and there stood Maria in her long patchwork jacket pulled tight around her, while in her hand she held her black dress, bra, and panties.

"What was the question?" she asked as she threw her clothes on a nearby shelf.

"Residuals," I gulped as I looked down at her naked legs and realized that this was about to happen. "Have you made any residuals from the Butt Coins?"

"Oh yes," she smiled as she stepped towards me and opened her jacket. Her breasts were much larger than I had ever noticed before, and they hung down to her belly button. She took my hand and cupped her breast with it. "The first Butt Coin I made with the crazy Swede has already traded nearly 200 times and the price has already tripled!"

I think this did more to make Maria horny than anything I was doing with her big nipple, for she moaned, leaned in and kissed me full on the mouth. She still had her thick rimmed reading glasses on, and they bumped up against my nose, when she stuck her tongue into my mouth.

Maria didn't waist anytime as she reached down and grabbed my crotch and began rubbing my cock with her surprisingly strong hands. "How do you want me?" she uttered.

I pulled back for a second, surprised for two reasons. First, I was surprised to see that other than a pair of comfortable boots and her patchwork jacket, Maria was completely naked. Her big nipples that hung off her big breast were erect, and she still had a good body. Also, she was completely shaven bare and had these wonderfully full pussy lips. Second, I was surprised by how turned on I was by this. I had been so busy when I was away for work, that I barely had the strength or time to masturbate myself before I felt asleep. In fact, it had nearly been a month since I last got off.

"How do you want me?" Maria asked again as she pulled near a little stool that had been floating around and put her boot on it.

I stood there for a second and watched as Maria began to masturbate herself in front of me. "Forgive me," I said to Maria as I couldn't help but start to rub my cock through my trousers, "I'm not going to last long, and this is my first Butt Coin. What do we need to do?"

"You haven't watched the training video?" Maria laughed as she slipped a finger inside her pussy.

"There's a training video?" I asked confused. Sven had thought of everything.

"Yes, there is," Maria said as she pulled her meaty pussy lips open and showed me her large, erect clit. "But we don't have time for this. For it to count as a Butt Coin, you must cum in my arse."

Maria dropped her foot off the stool and did a little spin. Then she flipped her patchwork jacket up and showed me her healthy arse before she pulled her cheeks apart. She definitely was not an anal virgin and I started to suspect that all of the stories I heard about Greek women liking in the arse were true.

"You must fuck me here," Maria moaned as she gave her slight distended anus a good rub. "And we both must film it. Okay?"

"Okay. Okay," I said suddenly eager to get started, before I could accidently cum in my shorts.

Maria quickly pulled her finger from her butt and stood up. She quickly walked over to where a large rack of dry cleaning stood in their plastic hoods and pulled out a semi-professional looking video stand with mounted lights that was hidden amongst the clothes. She dragged it over to the end of the folding table, and then mounted her phone onto the stand. A few clicks later the app was open on her phone and recording.

I quickly took off my shoes and slid off my trousers. My cock was already painfully hard when I took off my white underpants.

"Oh," Maria smiled reassuringly as she eyed my cock. "Now you open your app while I make your cock hard with my mouth."

"Oh god!" I moaned and I nearly dropped my phone, as Maria went down on me. She swallowed my cock whole in her warm wet mouth. I got the app open as she just started bobbing up and down on the shaft of my cock. I wasn't sure what to expect from the app, but the UX was good and in seconds my phone's camera was on. Several warnings popped up on my phone notifying me to get ready to film, how I only got one chance at making a coin, and how I should avoid filming my partners face or identifying marks.

Maria suddenly plunged my cock deep into her throat, which cause my cock to involuntarily twitch. I pulled all the way out of her mouth and stood back afraid that I would cum too early. Maria squatted there for a second on her boots with her mouth still agape.

"You feel, too good," I nearly cried as I held my cock.

"Quick," Maria said as she stuck out a hand for me to help her up. I did and at once she headed for the bottom drawer in her desk, from which she pulled out a used tube of petroleum jelly. She deftly squeezed a hefty amount on to her index and middle fingers, before she bent over a little bit and drove them into her arse. "Okay good," she proclaimed as she handed me the tube.

I squeezed some of the grease onto my cock and rubbed it around the head, while Maria, still wearing her long patchwork jacket climbed onto the sorting table. Then she carefully laid down on top of her jacket before she scooted her rear end down to the end of the table where she had her phone camera set up.

"Come," she smiled while she inserted her middle finger deep into her greasy arse. "I'm ready. Let's make a Butt Coin!"

Now, I've had anal sex with a woman before, but I could count the number of times on one hand. I had nowhere near the experience that Sven, the mad Swede, had when it came to anal sex. But from the way Maria blew me kisses, while she pulled her legs back in the air and pushed her middle finger deep into her own arse, I guess she knew what she was doing. Nevertheless, I was a little nervous about what was about to happen. To make matters worse, I had to film the whole encounter with my phone that I held in my left hand for the world to see.

"Come on, big boy," Maria said in her thick Greek accent, "come make a Butt Coin with me. Mama needs a new car."

"You've seriously earned that much money in residuals?" I whimpered as I stepped up to the table and began to rub the head of my cock on her greasy arsehole.

"Yes," she moaned. "This might be how my damn lazy husband and I retire yet," she moaned a little as she pulled her finger from her arse and moved her hand up to work her clit.

As I eased the head of my cock into Maria's arse, I couldn't help but look up to the photo on her wall of the imposingly hairy looking Greek man with a monobrow and a moustache. "Sorry," I whimpered to both Maria and her husband.

"No, its fine," Maria panted as she really began to make progress with her big clit. "Your cock isn't big enough to hurt my arse. Don't worry. Now fuck me!"

Maria pulled her legs back a little more to give me the perfect angle to fuck her arse. I couldn't resist any longer, so I pushed in deep into her butt. Once I was all the way inside her, Maria began to milk my cock by squeezing her strong sphincter muscle that was now clamped tight around the base of my cock in a rhythmic fashion.

This on its own was almost enough to make me cum, but somehow, I resisted. Slowly I began to pull my cock out of her butt, then I pushed it all the way back in. Her well used hole was shiny with grease and made a delightful sucking noise when I pushed it in deep.

"That's it. Fuck mama's arse," Maria demanded as she laid back on the table with each of her big breast now lying off to her side in her arm pits.

"Oh God," I began to whimper as I suddenly felt my scrotum cinch up into my belly as my cock began to pulse.

She felt it too. She stopped rubbing her clit and pulled her arse wide. "Come in mama, and don't drop your camera!" she demanded as my phone dangled precariously in my left hand.

"Here I come!" I screamed out as I sucked in a deep breath before I yanked my dirty cock from Maria's arse.

Maria held her arse open wide and let her dirty hole gape, as I began to jack off over her open hole. Within seconds shot after shot of white-hot sperm that I had been saving up for the last several weeks rocketed out of my cock and went straight into Maria's hungry open hole.

"Yes!" she screamed out as I continued to cum on her arsehole.

Shot after shot of cum flew out of the head of my cock until her arsehole was nearly full of my cum. My cum dripped down from her thighs and her mature pussy and fell onto the folding table and floor below.

I stood there for several seconds with my cock in my hand as my head spun and I tried to catch my breath. It definitely wasn't my best performance, but I hadn't cum like that in ages.

Before I could speak, or even think again, Maria sat up a little and pulled me forward. My still semierect cock slid easily back into her cum covered arse, while she pulled my head forward for a long kiss.

I must have passed out for several minutes later I awoke on the folding table wrapped up in Maria's patchwork jacket. It took me a second to remember where I was. Then I started to look around for Maria.

I quickly found her again back in the toilet. This time the door was wide open, and she was still naked. She had her phone in her hand, held up high like she was watching a video, while with her other hand she played with her pussy.

I coughed to let her know that I was awake.

Her eyes flicked up to me for a second, but she didn't put down her phone or stop masturbating.

"That was intense," I said as a struggled to qualify what the fuck just happened.