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My Lady Grotesque

By: istanbulnoir



She did not clean herself after I had spunked over her over ripe, fleshy tits and her make up pasted face. She simply sat there, still in the position she had been in as I had fucked her, and with the cum that I had showered over her beginning to run down her chin to her neck and from her tits towards the gentle rolls of her stomach. In remaining like this, she was silently offering me an invitation to admire her and I was keen to accept it. 

She reached for her cigarettes, took one from the pack and placed it between her lips, lit it and dragged hard. She took the cigarette from her mouth and exhaled, and with her other hand began to smear the thick spunk over her tits, and at the same time she rolled out her tongue to lick up what she could reach of the sperm that was running down to her chin.

I was sitting in the chair opposite her, where I had been before we had begun, and my cock had risen again and far more quickly than it ordinarily would, so soon after such vigorous sex; but this was not an everyday kind of experience.

She looked over, her keen eyes focused on my cock, and she smiled. Her cigarette almost finished, she took another from her pack and lit it from the burning stub of the first and pulled on it with all the loving intent with which she had sucked my cock half an hour or so before.

She had finished rubbing the cum into her tits, and with such fastidiousness that you might have thought that it had some restorative quality, except that she desired no such false hope of rejuvenation. She was like some courtesan of yesteryear refusing to leave the field of her conquests; a once high class whore, past her sell by date, but not quite yet going cheap in the sales. She loved what she was: I could see it as I admired her. I loved it too, and I don't need to ask my cock what it loves either.

Her hand reached down and her fingertips ran over the lips of her pussy and with her first and third fingers she peeled open her lips and slid her middle finger into her hole and began slowly to masturbate herself. Then finishing her cigarette, she said 

'I would love to have you fuck me again, but my husband will be home in an hour or so, and I don't want to insult him quite that much.'

I sat for a few more seconds admiring her and thought to myself that she was my greatest adventure so far.

'You will come and see me again,' she said.

'I will.'

'My husband will be away for the weekend. Come on Sunday afternoon at three. We will have all of the rest of the day, and the night too.'

I went to the bathroom, with the intention of washing, but decided not to. I wanted to have her remain on me. I returned to the living room and still she had not moved. I dressed and walked over and kissed her goodbye.

'I want you to take this image of me with you,' she said, as I was making for the door.

I decided to walk and I was home within an hour. I ran a bath and stripped off. Her image had stayed with me and before bathing I lit a cigarette and my mind became filled completely with that picture of her. My cock stood up and I wanked myself off. I came, and cum again shot from my cock, though less than with her; and it fell onto my stomach and chest, but it was unable even to suggest the sordid delight I had felt as I had watched as my cum splashed her face and tits, and then stared as she had smoked and rubbed the cock cream into her tits.

As I lay in the bath I thought of her and of all of my other adventures. They were mostly with older women. Younger women were girlfriends. Erotic adventures are a stepping out from the everyday and I have stepped in many directions, but I mostly towards older ladies when I can; or they have stepped towards me. And there is always the advantage of this particular delectation that a woman who knows she is beginning to leave behind her prime is often highly susceptible to the allure of the attentions of a man ten or fifteen years younger than herself. It reminds her more than anything else could that she remains a desirable woman, when she has come, at moments, to doubt it.

This lady, though, was twice my age and my oldest fuck, I thought to myself, and she has been my best, and I have only yet been given a brief taste of her. 

But I was going to be given more.

Suddenly I thought to myself that I did not know her name! She had not told me and I had not asked. And she did not know mine. I began to think and I searched my mind for a name that would suit her and our afternoon, and even one that would suit my own tastes. It came to me and I decided that she was 'My Lady Grotesque.' It was right, for it captured everything; about her and about me and about what we had been together for an afternoon, and would be for more.

Once out of the bath, I took my dictionary from the bookshelf. 

'Grotesque: strangely or fantastically distorted; bizarre; bizarrely attractive; incongruous.' Yes, it was perfect.

On Sunday at three I rang her doorbell. She answered and smiled and invited me in and I followed her through to the living room. I sat and she offered me wine. I chose red and she went to the cabinet to pour each of us a glass.

'I always prefer red,' she said.

Her peroxide blonde hair was scraped back and tied, though a little less tightly than at our first meeting. Her make up had been applied again as Van Gogh applied paint to his canvases, and an image of having her kneel down while I stood before her, making smears and prints in it with my cock came into my mind as she poured the wine.

She looked at me and asked

'Did you think of me and have a nice wank when you got home last time?'

'Yes,' I said.

'Good. I'm worth it,' was her reply, and it was true.

I studied every detail of her clothes and those parts of her flesh that were exposed. She wore a black and very tight boobtube, out of which her tits seemed to be at every moment about to fall; black leggings that reached down to a place on each leg a little above her ankle, and hugged every inch of her thighs, and her legs and her arse. Her ears, neck, wrists, fingers and left ankle were adorned again with the same gaudy and expensive jewellery, and I could see from the poking of her nipples against her top and the mound at her crotch that she wore no underwear. But it was her anklet that caught my attention. It was gold and had little red hearts dangling from it, all the way round. She noticed my eye lingering on it and said

'You like my anklet,' and as she said it, a look in her eyes suggested to me that an idea had formed in her mind. 

I was sitting in the same chair in which I had sat last time, and she sat on the leopard skin covered sofa. We drank wine and it was a good bottle, and we chatted. I wanted to know more about her, but not too much; not yet at least, and I did not want to ask her. I wanted to see what she would volunteer and I knew that she would know exactly the right amount to tell me for now. I was curious about her husband.

'I expect I'm not your first ripe old lady,' she said.

'No, but you are the oldest.'

'And the ripest?'

'Yes!'

'Good. There are men I have met and spent time with who just do it for the easy sex, and that's fine. At my age I take what I can get, but what I like most is meeting a young man like you, who is with me because he desires mature women. I only invite the ones like you back for a second time. Guys like you are worth getting to know; as long as you fuck well. The others are just one time encounters. Do you have a girlfriend?'

'Yes,' I said.

'And she is your age?'

'Yes. Two years younger in fact.'

'And attractive?'

'Yes.'

And you have nice sex together?'

'Yes.'

'Why would a man of your age who has an attractive young woman for his girlfriend, and with whom you have nice sex, want to spend time with a woman like me? That is the question that many people would ask. You and I know the answer, and it has been the great discovery of my advanced years that there are some young men who desire above all else a woman like me. I don't try to understand why; it is enough for me that they do. I love sex and I love having sex with young men.'

She had raised her eyebrows momentarily when she said 'nice sex.'

'I have always liked older women,' I said.

'Don't tell me too much about yourself yet, and don't tell me about your girlfriend. I don't want to know anything about the young woman we are betraying, and I will only tell you a little of my husband; as we are betraying him too, though it is different with him, as I will explain later.' She paused and then said 'but, if we were not together now, we would be betraying ourselves.'

It was just as I saw it. It makes me a deceiver and a cheat, but my conscience is never troubled by my infidelities. When I step out, I step beyond the usual accountability; so does she and we both make ourselves accountable to Eros only.

'My husband knows what I do, but he does not want to have it waved under his nose. He is older than me and is no longer interested in sex. When we were younger we were swingers and he enjoyed watching me with other men. Now he does not, but he is generous enough to allow me to indulge myself, and I repay his generosity by not insulting him by leaving evidence of my entertainments, which he might find. And as you can see,' she added 'he is generous in many ways.' She looked around the trashy, though expensively decorated room as she said it.

'Yes,' I said.

'Would you like more wine?' she asked.

I said that I would and she went to the cabinet again and poured us another glass each and returned to the sofa. Putting her own glass down on the small table that was beside her leg and in front of the sofa, and still holding my glass of wine in her hand, she said

'Come and sit next to me.'

I stood and went to the sofa and sat down.

'How often do you do this?'

'As often as I can,' she replied, 'but I will tell you about that another time.'

As she said it, she reached across to my crotch, unzipped my trousers, slid her fingers into my open fly, fished for my cock and pulled it out. It was already hard.

'I have been looking forward to seeing him again,' she said and gazed for a moment at my tool.

Her fingers gently stroked my helmet and I looked into her eyes, and she looked back into mine. She sipped her wine and then put it down and took a cigarette and gestured to me to light it for her. I took my lighter from my pocket and lit her cigarette. 

'Thank you,' she said with a grin, 'you are a gentleman. And I am a dirty and very demanding old slut.'

She pulled on her cigarette and I felt a dark thrill pass through me as I heard her call herself a 'dirty and demanding old slut.' 

She stopped caressing my cock and took up her glass of wine and brought it to within a half inch of the erect knob. She put her cigarette into her mouth and holding it between her lips, dipped two fingers and her thumb into the wine and then wiped the wine around my helmet. She repeated this little ritual three times, gently rubbing more wine over the purple bulb and down my shaft. Then she took a gulp and put the glass down, swallowed the wine, pulled on her cigarette, and as she exhaled the blue, grey smoke, her head descended towards my cock and a cloud of smoke hung and slowly began to billow around him, and I felt her lips slipping over my helmet and down my shaft. She took four inches of my cock into her warm, wet wine drenched and smoky mouth and pulled in her cheeks and sucked, and her tongue ran slowly up and down its underside.

She came up and released my cock from her mouth and pulled on her cigarette again and this time took him back into her mouth, though without allowing him to touch her at all and breathed out. I watched as her smoke drifted slowly from her mouth and tumbled about my cock and balls and then slowly began to rise. She withdrew again and sighed

'Good wine, cigarettes and cock; life's pleasures.'

Then her mouth encircled my cock and she began to suck me off. She was still dressed, but she lifted her leg so that her black covered crotch was exposed. By lifting myself forward a little I could see the outline of her cunt. A patch of her juice was forming there, making the black crotch of her tight leggings blacker, and it was as though her cunt was trying to burn its way through the material. My hand reached towards it and it was sweet torture that it could not quite reach. She stopped sucking my cock for a moment to say

'Don't worry, darling. I will give you all of it soon.'

Then my cock was in her old mouth again and enjoying all of the cock sucking expertise that her lips and tongue and even her teeth had acquired in her sixty two years. She sucked as much of my length into her mouth as she could take and I felt her tongue rolling around my shaft. Then her head moved slowly upwards and then down again, faster and faster and I thought that she was going to take me all the way, as she had the first time, the other day, but she stopped. She planted a kiss on the very tip and flicked her tongue over the pee hole.

She sat up and looked at me and asked

'Do you enjoy porn?'

'Of course,' I replied.

She stood up and went over to the television and from the drawer of the cabinet on which the television stood, she took a cd. She switched on the television and put the cd into its slot and picking up the remote control, came back to me. She sat down and pressed the requisite buttons and the screen flickered into life. I should have guessed it. There she was on the screen.

She was wearing a see-through red mesh bra and red stockings and suspenders and no panties and her usual thick, thick layers of make up, and she looked about five or so years younger than she is now.

'I made this with my husband,' she said. 'He was filming.'

She was sitting in a chair and she had a large black cock in each hand.

She grinned at me and said

'Wait until you see what I had those two do to me.'

I watched as she began to rub the heads of those two great cocks together, just before her mouth, while her tongue darted over them. Then she took one of them into her mouth and smoothly wanked the other.

I felt her lips around my cock as she began sucking me off again, and between mouthfuls she asked

'Have you ever watched a porno before whilst being sucked off by the star?'

I hadn't, and somehow now I managed not to shoot into her mouth immediately. It was hard not to, but she seemed to know instinctively when to slow down a little to stop me from shooting. And she seemed to know in the same way what stage the action on screen had reached. She went on sucking and I went on watching; her and then the screen and then her, and I wanted to direct one eye towards the screen and one down to her face, so that I could enjoy both. She was alternating between those two big black cocks, sucking one and then the other into her lascivious old mouth, and all the time she was working my cock in and out between her thick crimson lips and licking it all over with the little snake of her tongue. 

The two cocks on screen were getting ready to shoot their loads and she held them both in front of her face and pulled them with fast strokes, like she was rowing her way to victory in a boat race. The one to her left erupted first and its cum shot over her face and into her open mouth. She had not looked at the screen, but she seemed to know that she had just received her first dousing and she sucked my cock deep into her mouth and raised her head only halfway up the shaft this time and plunged down again. Her head bobbed up and down, faster and faster and I began to buck towards her to meet her sucking mouth. I closed my eyes as I felt the spunk race up the inside of my cock and spurt into her mouth. With the last twitch and pump I opened my eyes to see cum from the second black cock pasting her full, eager lips. 

The film played on and I sat back and rested myself. She sat up and I saw my spunk smeared around her lips, and coating her teeth and tongue. She poked out her tongue and let a glob of spunk fall slowly onto her cleavage and dribble down onto her boobtube. 

'I've made myself dirty,' she said. 'I will have to take it off now.'

It was not her top that she took off first. She stood with her back to me and leaned forward a little and began to peel her leggings slowly over her curvy great Rubenesque arse. Little by little, more and more of her luscious arse cheeks appeared. When the leggings were clear of her cheeks she leaned forward a little further, until the lips of her pussy peeped at me from between her legs. I leaned forward and my tongue met her and tasted the sweet saltiness of her juicy labia.

She was sopping wet and I heard her sigh and a moment later I felt the sharpness of her fingernails on my tongue. She was fingering her pussy as I licked her. Licking her pussy this way, my nose was touching her sphincter and I could smell the musky odour of her arsehole. It was more than I could resist, and as she fingered herself more urgently, I moved up and touched her ring with the tip of my tongue. It tasted different from a young woman's arse. It was acrid and bitter to the taste, as though it was nearer to something dark and real. But it was also delicious, because it was hers.

I am a great lover of anal pleasures and I have fingered and licked and penetrated a great many ladies' arses, but I had not known one that smelt and tasted so deliciously of the sweat and oil and shit of years. I licked it more fiercely and the bud of her sphincter slowly opened and my tongue wormed its way into Lady Grotesque's arsehole. She moaned louder and her hands came round and took an arse cheek each and pulled them apart. She was giving me everything now and as her tight little ring stood up and poked rudely outwards, my tongue probed deeper.

'Yes,' she gasped, between moans. My hand reached between her legs and my fingers slipped all over her slippery pussy. I pushed a finger in and then another, and finger fucked her. I could feel that she was going to come, and I pushed my tongue as far into her bumhole as it would go, and worked my fingers faster, in and out of her thirsty cunt. She cried out and a stream of obscenities accompanied her cries. The filthy words suited the moment and her, perfectly.

She relaxed after the tensing up of orgasm and half sat and half fell onto the sofa beside me. I leaned over and kissed her and she sucked my tongue into her mouth and when she was done with that, she said

'I can taste my arse on your tongue. It tastes divine.'

'It's time to get you fully undressed,' I told her, as I began to pull her boobtube down over her pendulous tits. The nipple of the right tit was in my mouth the moment her tits tumbled over the top of her boobtube. I sucked her erect nipple lovingly and felt her fingers around my cock and her nails grazing my shaft as she ran them over it.

'Suck momma's titties,' she said, 'and play with her pussy.'

I stretched my arm down and my fingers came to rest on her waiting wet cunt. I sucked her nipples and played with her pussy as she wanked my foreskin up and down until she said

'Come on baby, fuck your old lady now, stick your cock up her and fuck her.'

I got up and stood between her open legs and she lay back into the sofa. She spread her pussy lips wide open and I rubbed my helmet over them.

'Come on baby, give me that lovely young cock. Come on, fuck your old lady's juicy old cunt and make it young again.'

With those words for the overture to the soundtrack of our fucking, I fed my cock into her tight cunt; yes, she was so, so tight, despite the countless numbers of fingers and fists and tongues and cocks that had been up there, and I imagined them all as my cock glided towards her depths.

When my cock was all the way up her, I stopped and felt her pussy gently sucking on him. I looked down at her and was awed by her in all her voluptuousness. My eyes feasted on the large, soft, round udders of her tits and the gentle rolls of her torso and the small bulge of her stomach, and then roved down to her shaved and shiny mound and the beginning of her slit. My eyes rested for a while on her make up caked face, with the thick foundation and the rouge and the deep blue eye shadow around her dark brown eyes and her shocking crimson red lipstick that had been smudged by her cock sucking; and her great gold dangling earrings that hung as if in celebration of her hanging tits. I looked at her hands, with their tiny masses of lines and prominent veins and the rings on all of her fingers and the bracelets around her wrists; and her claw-like fingernails painted in the same colour as her lips, that were now vulgarly pursed as she thrilled to the sensation of my cock embedded in her cunt.


My Lady Grotesque at her Toilet



istanbulnoir's 'good tastes' warning: you know what people go to the toilet for...

It was my third visit to my Lady and we had just finished our first fuck of the afternoon and we sat smoking and drinking brandy together on her leopard skin covered sofa, when she asked me

'How kinky are you?'

'That depends on how you define kinky,' I said.

'Do you enjoy pain?'

'No more than your little hearts can give,' I replied.

She laughed and said

'No, pain does not excite me either, but I like to dominate a little sometimes. Today I have a little something for you, and I am hoping that it will be something that you have not done before and, of course, something that you will enjoy.' 

She had answered the door to me, when I had arrived an hour or so earlier, in very alluring red underwear. She had on a half cup bra and split crotch panties, with matching red sheer stocking that reached to her thighs. She was still dressed the same way now; there having been no need to take anything off. 

Her face was daubed with heavy make up as usual. She wore thick powder and even thicker rouge; a very fetching pale green mascara, with hints of black around its edges, and lipstick that had been applied so heavily that she was going to paint my cock red when she gobbled me off.

She offered me another brandy, which I accepted. She took the bottle and poured each of us a generous measure. 

'I want some water,' she said, 'Are you thirsty too?'

'Yes.'

She went to the kitchen and came back a few moments later carrying a large jug of cold water and two large tumblers. She sat down and poured each full to the brim.

'I'm not that thirsty!' I said.

'Yes, you are, and anyway, it was not only a thirst for water that I was thinking of.'

I got her hint, though I tried not to let her see that I had. 

This evening lady; I understood, Lady wanted to add some pissing games to our pleasures. For many people perhaps, piss, like Lady's strangely alluring, old and worn body, is a specialized taste, and not one that appeals to them. However, I love watersports, and I have played some very nice piss games with a number of ladies during my adventures. 

It is a fairly tame kink, but one that I have often hesitated to suggest to partners. It is something that a person loves and is thrilled by, or is disgusted at the mere thought of it. There is no middle way when it comes to bringing together the pleasures of the bedroom and the pleasures of the bathroom. That Lady was hinting at it, rather than asking me directly, confirmed my sense that it is something that one might be reticent about raising; though I was glad that she had, as the chance to indulge in games of watersports with her was very appealing.

To me, piss is just another precious and pleasurable liquid produced by the body; precious because it is produced by the body, and pleasurable because, produced by one body, it can give intense pleasure to another. And most of all I adore women's bodies, and I adore everything that comes from them; and women's piss most of all that I adore, and the sight of a piss spraying cunt is a work of art to my discerning eye.

However, I had yet to sample the pleasures of piss drinking, but if I can happily kiss Lady deeply and feel our saliva mingling on my tongue, and lick her pussy out and receive her juices; or even perform analingus on her fetid old arsehole, as I had at one of our earlier meetings; I can most definitely take delight at feeling her warm piss cascading into my mouth. There is always a new step to be taken; a new perversion to be experienced, and if the chance came to take it today; I would take it.

Lady would be pleased to find something that was new to me. I think it was because of my fucking her armpits the first time I was brought here. She had not had that done to her before. I had not done it to challenge her, and it had not occurred to me that this little fetish might be one that she had not met before. But I am sure that she liked it, because I noticed that when she reached for the brandy bottle just after I arrived, which was on a high shelf in the kitchen, she has been letting the hair in her armpits grow. She was, no doubt, dreaming up some new trick in which her newly hirsute pts would be used to great advantage.

I drank some of the water, and I drank it quickly.

'There's no need to guzzle it all down at once,' she said, 'you can take your time but drink at least two glasses.'

She lifted her glass and took a large gulp, and as the clear water ran from the glass into her mouth, I could not help but think of how her body would transform the water into golden wine; and of how in an hour or so that wine would rain over my chest and my cock. I wondered if she was thinking the same thoughts, and imagining my cock spraying her with warm streams of piss. I wondered which parts of her body she most enjoyed having it rain over.

She was always totally unself-conscious, and she sat in her chair with her legs spread wide apart, so that her fine and large cunt lips protruded rudely from the frame of the split of her crotchless sheer red panties. She leaned forward and put down her glass of water after swallowing down a half of it, took a cigarette and lit it and then held it between her lips while she picked up her brandy. She held the brandy glass between her opened legs, allowing the rim of the rim of the glass to brush over her vulva.

'This should make it nice and warm,' she said, 'much more than my hand could.'

She tipped the glass towards herself and brandy spilled over her pussy. She lifted the glass to her lips and drank from the exact spot that she had been rubbing against herself.

'I wonder if brandy flavoured cunt tastes good.' She said, with a wicked look at me.

'Your cunt always tastes good,' I told her.

'Come and have a taste.'

I got up and walked the couple of steps to her, knelt down between her open legs and she eased forward to meet me. I could smell the brandy on her cunt as my face came close to her, and I was wondering if brandy was the only drink that I was going to get from her cunt now. Lady's piss I would lap up avidly, if that was what she was going to give me.

I reached out with my tongue and tasted the brandy on her piss flaps. I allowed my tongue to linger over them, enjoying the strong flavour of the brandy, laced with hints of Lady juice. When I had cleaned her lips of brandy I worked my tongue into her pussy and rolled it against her wet and slippery walls. As my tongue searched around her hole, seeking the sweeter and then the saltier spots, I felt a warm liquid running onto my face around my mouth. Was it? My tongue retreated from her pussy to discovery the taste. Was it lady's golden wine? As I withdrew from her, the liquid ran over my tongue and I tasted it. 

Brandy. I looked up and Lady was pouring brandy over my face and her pussy from the bottle.

'You look surprised,' She said, 'what were you expecting?'

She laughed.

I moved away and sat down in the chair again. She came over to me and took hold of my cock and began to wank me. She leaned over me and stooping forward, she began to lick around my helmet, before sucking my cock into her mouth. The traces of brandy in her saliva made her mouth feel hot and my cock tingled as she sucked it in and out between her lascivious old lips. 

She knelt down and laying her arms over my thighs, her hands holding my hips, her head began to move up and down with a steady rhythm. I watched intently as my cock disappeared and reappeared, as it went in and out of her mouth, and I saw her tongue flick out and dart over my helmet, like the tongue of some exotic reptile, each time her lips reached the head of my cock.

Her sucking slowed until she allowed my cock to pop out of her mouth, and she stood up. She stood before me and leaned forward and pushed my legs together. Her left leg swung up and over my lap onto the edge of the sofa beside my leg and she leaned back ever so slightly. Her hands slid down over her olive skinned body, making her heavy, hanging tits judder; and continued over the rolls of her stomach until her finger tips reached her vulva and pulled the lips wide apart. I looked up at her and her arms straight and tight against her body pushed her great tits upwards. She looked at me and said

'Look at my lovely old cunt. In a moment it's going to slide down on your cock. Your dirty old lady is going to fuck you until you die of it.' 

She let her foot slide off of the sofa, and slip down to the floor and then she moved forward until she was standing directly over my cock. It was pointing straight up towards her heaven. She slowly squatted down and her cunt descended towards my aching knob. She reached down and her fingers encircled the base of my shaft to hold me steady. As her cunt lips came into contact with my helmet she peeled them open and slowly sat down. Her soft, warm cunt sucked my cock in greedily until lady's arse came to rest on my legs. She sat there for a long moment and then she said

'I'm going to take you all the way darling. My cunt is going too suck every drop of spunk out of your cock.'

With that declaration, she began her rise. Slowly, quickly, slowly, riding, grinding, circling; she had every move honed to perfection. Every now and then she would stop half way up my cock, and with the perfect control she had gained over her cunt muscles, she squeezed my cock until I thought it would be crushed under the pressure. The image of a tree trunk about to be reduced to a million matchsticks by a sawmill arrangement of great, roaring circular blades came to my mind, but such metaphors are nothing to the power of Lady's cunt to give pleasures beyond the power of words to describe. For the first time in my life, I understood what the word 'fuck' really means.

Somehow my cock managed to withstand three or four minutes of this intense fucking, before firing shots of cum into the depths of her cunt. 

It was a magnificent pleasure to come into her like that, but I was a little disappointed at having spent myself so quickly, for Lady had not yet cum and I did not want to disappoint her. She saw that something was bothering me and guessed what it was. She reassured me by saying

'Don't worry. I told you, I was going to fuck you. That was for you. This is for me.'

She slid up my cock and dismounted; stood and stepped back a pace and swung her leg back over me and rested her foot on the edge of the sofa again. She opened her magnificent cunt and waited until dribbles of spunk began to run down over her lips. 

'Lick it,' she sighed, 'lick your cum out of your old lady's cunt.' 

I sat up and buried my face in her crotch, licking the juices from her. The flavours of our mingled creams flooded over my tongue: a cocktail of brackish sperm and salty cunt juice. She pressed her twat hard against my mouth; making sure that I lapped up the lewd treat she was giving me to the very last drop.

When she had decided that I was finished, she pulled her cunt away from my face until it was six inches from my nose. I could still smell her. Her fingers reached down again and stretched her cunt open wider than ever. Her clit poked out and I wanted to reach forward and suck it, but I knew what was coming and I waited for it.

'That salty drink will have made you thirsty; and your face needs a wash; and this will make you even thirstier,' she said.

Another salty drink was next on the menu that Lady had prepared for today.

A little spray spurted out, and flew from her cunt in an arc of golden drops. They spattered onto my face. Then more came and more, until a full jet of warm golden Lady piss was shooting straight into my mouth. Golden piss drops danced on my tongue, and their divine flavours fizzed on my taste buds. My mouth quickly filled with Lady's piss and I swallowed what I could, but it was flowing so fast that some gushed out of my mouth and poured down and soaked my chest, my stomach and my cock. Than lady moved backwards, so that the jet of her fresh falling piss sprayed over the piss that had overflowed from my mouth, until her rain was falling directly onto my tool. After what seemed an age, the shower subsided, and finally stopped, and lady bent knelt before me and plunged her head forward and took my cock into her mouth and sucked and licked all of her piss off of it.

When my cock had been sucked cleaned, she stopped and moving her head upwards, and running her tongue up over my stomach and chest, and lapped up her piss as she went, until her face was level with mine and she rained kisses all over my face and my mouth, savouring every last drop of her golden champagne.

'Now it's your turn to clean me,' she said, and with that pushed me back on the sofa, positioned herself over me and squatted until her cunt lips were tickling my face. Lustily I licked piss drips from her twat lips until I found her pee hole and bored at it with the tip of my tongue. She squealed and another little jet came pissing out and ran all over my tongue.

So I had had my first taste of piss. What a fine little something my Lady had given me.

We sat down, she opposite me, and as always with her legs spread and her cunt wantonly on display.

'Was that your first drink of piss?' she asked me.

'Yes,' I said, 'I have played piss games before but I have never had it in my mouth until now.'

'And you let me piss in your mouth, and you drank me.'

She looked pleased as she said it.

'I think I would let you do anything,' I said.

'We will see,' she said, and smiled, knowingly.

'Don't you need to go yet?' she asked.

'A little,' I replied.

With that she sat up and reached for the jug of water and the two tumblers. She told me to drink the rest of the water that was left in my glass, and as I gulped it down she poured herself another full glass, and when I had finished, she took my glass too, and filled it full again. 

'No half measures with me,' she said as she handed me the glass, and this time there was no perhaps about the knowing look she gave me.

She sat down again, legs apart, and her hand slipped down to her crotch, and her fingers began to slither all over her juicy cunt lips. She stopped moving her hand and then took one of her labia between her fingertips and pulled it.

'Do you think I have nice pussy lips?' she asked.

A reflex compliment would annoy her, so I said

'I always adore large labia, and yours are large.'

She released her stretched lip and rubbed her fingertip in her hole. She raised her finger to her mouth and popped it in.

'Every woman loves the taste of her own pussy,' she said, and added with a little chuckle, 'just as every man loves the smell of his own farts.'

'Men can't taste their own cocks, except for the rare contortionists who can suck themselves off,' I said.

'I saw a man do that to himself once,' she said absently. 'It did not do much for me,' she continued; 'and it made me a bit worried; I mean; if all men could give themselves blow jobs, they would soon decide that they did not need women anymore.'

Looking at her, I doubted it.

'Do women like the smell of their farts?'

'Some do, I expect, and so do some men.'

She looked at me deeply as she made her last remark, and then added

'And some women like to fart for the men who like women's farts.'

As she said it she reached down, and I thought for a moment that her finger was going for her arse, but it stopped at her pussy. She rubbed the finger around her pee hole and then raised it to her mouth and poked out her tongue and licked it.

'My pussy still tastes a little of my piss,' she said.

We sat silently for a minute or two, perfectly relaxed, and the memory of her pee gushing from her pussy into my mouth floated across my mind. Then I began to wonder if erotic farting was another of her pleasures. If she had it in mind to add that to the afternoon's menu, she would have found another thing that I had not before experienced, and I asked myself: would I like to inhale her farts? I did not know. Would I resist, if she wanted me to? I did not know that either.

She brought me back by saying

'So today I found something that you had not done before. You had never had a woman piss into your mouth.'

Her eyes sparkled as she said it.

'Watersports is one of my very favourite fetishes,' she continued: 'there's just something so deliciously naughty about it; and so intimate.'

As always, her description was just right.

Noticing that I had not begun to drink the second glass of water she had poured for me, she said

'And I like to receive as well as to give. Drink it, and hold it until you are going to burst.'

Then she began to chat about her fetish and she told me of a swingers party that she had gone to with her husband, years before, where everyone pissed all over everyone else, and where, as she put it,

'I was the toilet and I laid on the tiled floor of the bathroom and fifteen men and women pissed all over me. But I got my revenge later in the evening.'

'How?' I asked her.

She looked and raised her eyebrows gently.

I looked in wonder at this bizarre and voluptuous and irresistible woman. Her fleshy and wrinkling body, her extravagant and grotesque make up and her endless collection of very expensive, cheap whore outfits. I wondered what other stories she could tell, and thought of how many more than a thousand and one nights it would take her to tell them.

We sat silently again and I continued to admire her; my eyes roving over made up face and her gorgeously sagging tits; her fabulous stomach, her fleshy thighs and her splayed cunt.

'Do you want to have anal sex today? I do,' she said.

'Yes,' I said. What else would I say to such a question from Lady?

'You did it very well last time. Nice and firm, but not aggressive. A lady's bottom is a delicate thing,' she said. She paused a moment and the she went on

'I had an orgasm. It takes a man who really knows how to pleasure my arse to give me an orgasm through anal sex.'

'I thought it was your fingers that did that,' I said.

'Don't underestimate yourself. My fingers helped a little, but I only played with myself because your arse fucking was so good. It was the way your cock in my arse made me feel that made me cum. You really turned me on. You really turn me on. You are good.'

Coming from a queen of erotic pleasures like her, this was high praise.

'Today, before you give me anal sex, we will have to prepare my arse for you. It is a very special ritual.'

She gave me an enigmatic look as she said it. 

I noticed that she was staring at my cock, the way I so often stared at her.

'You have a lovely cock,' she said, 'nice and big, but not too big; and it always seems to be hard.'

'That's because of you,' I told her.

'You really are one of those younger men who loves older ladies, aren't you?'

'Yes,' I replied.

'I knew after our first meeting that you were a young man I could indulge myself fully with,' she said, and continued: 'I like to think of myself as attractive, and I know that I am to some, as I never go short of sex. But I am not conventionally beautiful anymore, though perhaps I was when I was younger. It is a perverse taste for you to desire me. That is how I knew that you would have other perverse tastes. And what you did to my armpits that first time was wonderful, because I had never done that before.'

Saying this, she lifted up her arm to show me the short hairs that had sprouted there since I had rubbed my cock in them. These hairs in her armpit made a delicious contrast with her smooth shaved pussy, and the incongruence of it suited her.

'Would you wank yourself off for me now?'

'Of course,' I told her.

The sight of her newly hirsute pits clashing with her stone smooth bronze gleaming cunt made me want to anyway, and to wank off for Lady's delectation would anyway be a great pleasure.




My Lady Grotesque's Fetish Evening



The phone rang and it was Lady.

'My husband has cancelled his trip this weekend, so you can't come over.'

I was disappointed and it must have showed in my voice.

'Don't worry. We won't have to wait long. And I will make it up to you. I will introduce you to one of my friends. I think you will like her.'

'Ok,' I said; and then I said 'I didn't know you had my number.'

'I need to know where my boys are; and my girls.' She giggled, and then said 'I'll call you when we can arrange a visit. It won't be long.'

I was burning for her all the time, but there was nothing else for it. I would have to wait.

Lady had given me a cd when I left last time. No doubt it was another of her homemade porn films. I decided to watch it. I switched on the television and slid the disc into the DVD player, and while it sorted itself out I poured myself a drink and came back and sat down, discarding my clothes on the way. My cock was erect at the prospect of seeing Lady in action, albeit on screen, and I was curious about what she would be doing and who she would be doing it with. Maybe it would be the friend I was going to meet. I hoped not. I did not want a preview of her. I wanted her to be completely new when I met her, just like Lady had been.

The film began, and Lady, a good ten years younger, was lying on a large bed with red silk sheets and sliding a large red dildo up into herself. She looked great. She looked a lot like she looks now, except that she was a little less heavy, and less lined around the eyes, but she already had that middle aged ripeness that so became her. Her make up was almost as extravagant as it is now and her taste in lewd underwear has not changed. She was wearing a black fish net body stocking, with a hole at the crotch for easy access. The contrasts between her olive skin, the black fish net material, and the pink and brown folds of her cunt lips and the red dildo were pleasing to the eye; and the cock, and the sight of her brought me to full erection.

I remembered that she had also given me her anklet and I went and got it. When I got back a rather interesting looking lady of forty five or so had joined Lady on the bed. She sat and watched Lady sliding the dildo in and out of her pussy and then took over. She ploughed Lady's pussy with the dildo for a little while and then went down and started sucking and licking it. As this went on, a guy of thirty or so came in and dangled his cock in Lady's face. It was flaccid and it slapped promisingly against Lady's cheek. She grabbed it and fed it into her mouth, and a cock only needs to be in there for half a second before it's good and hard, as I have been learning.

Lady sat up, to get a better angle from which to come at the cock, and sucked as much of it into her mouth as she could; which was a good two thirds of its length. The other woman made her way around and started to suck his balls.

Soon it was time for the fucking and here Lady pulled one of her little stunts. The other woman was riding the younger guy's cock and Lady had gone off screen. 

Lady came back wearing a black strap on. She was holding a bottle of something in one hand, and her ever present cigarette in the other. She stood in front of the camera and pulled on her cigarette and the big plastic cock stuck out lewdly from her crotch. She ran her hands over it and continued to smoke, and watched her companions fucking.

She knelt behind the forty five year old whose pussy was already taking a good reaming from that generously sized cock and poured what turned out to be olive oil, from the bottle over the strap on cock. Nicely greased, Lady's cock slid very nicely into the woman's arse and Lady gave her arse a good fucking, matching the guy underneath stroke for stroke.

The grand finale had Lady wank the guy off over the other lady's face and then lick the spunk off of her cheeks. As the film ended Lady was still sporting her plastic cock and eyeing the guy with a cruel look. I wondered if there was a sequel and I felt sorry for his arse.

It was a pretty good home made porno, and nothing with Lady in it could not but be good viewing; but it was no substitute and an exercise that was supposed to have consoled me had simply made me feel even worse. I was dying to get my hands on her again, and I wanted the present day version, even though the one in the film was younger.

The pictures of her in my mind were more powerful and more arousing than those in the film and seeing them behind my eyes made my cock twitch more urgently. 

I remembered her anklet and picked it up. Holding it in my hand made the pictures in my mind even more vivid and I was almost with her. I began to run her anklet over my cock and it made me feel close to her. I tied it around my shaft as she had and pushed one of the little hearts into my pee hole. I had a nice, slow wank and saw the things we had done together and imagined the things we would do. I came finally, and fell asleep with my spunk all over my cock, and her anklet still twined around my shaft. 

The following Wednesday evening I arrived at Lady's villa at the new appointed time. Lady opened the door wearing what was for her a very simple outfit. She had on a dark red basque that pushed her tits up strikingly and at its bottom finished an inch above her navel. Black suspenders ran down over her generous thighs to sheer stockings in black, and on her feet she wore patent leather black ankles boots with sharply pointed toes and equally vicious looking thin stiletto heels. Her thickly trowel applied make up matched her perversely unmatched underwear; heavy rouge on her cheeks and black eye shadow. She had even painted a beauty spot in the middle of her left cheek, in a thick, dark brown.

You look as hot as always,' I complimented her, as she let me in.

'I taste good too,' she said.

We went through to the living room and sat down and Lady gave me a nice flash of her pussy as she sat down. She took up the glass in front of her and drank a few sips.

'Scotch,' she said, 'would you like some?'

I said that I would and she poured me a good measure. She passed it across the coffee table to me and took a cigarette from her pack and placed it in her mouth.

'Would you come around and light this for me?' she asked.

I walked around the table to her and lit her cigarette for her. As I was doing it, I felt a pull at my crotch. She was unzipping my fly and in a moment she had my cock out and was giving it a little stroke. Then smiling, she said

'Have you got my anklet?' she asked.

'Yes,' I said, and took it from my pocket.

I took hold of her lower leg and pulling the anklet around her ankle, I fastened it.

'Now I am fully dressed,' she said.

I ran my hand up her lovely old leg.

'Go and sit down again, but don't put your cock away. I want to look at it,' she told me.

I was happy to oblige. Nothing seemed strange with Lady, and I enjoyed the feasty gleam in her eyes as she admired my tool. The majority of women of her age, although they no doubt still thrill at the thought of a young cock, could never show it with such lascivious abandon. Lady always looked as though she was about to start dribbling from both sets of lips and I wondered for a moment how much of her cunt slime that leopard skin sofa had soaked up over the years since she bought it. It seemed appropriate that it should have, as it was not merely an item of furniture, but an accessory, just like her expensive and tacky jewellery, and the clothes that she wore and which were so outlandishly sexy on her.

When will your friend arrive?' I asked her.

'In ten minutes or so; we will have a little drinks party.' said Lady.

Curiosity was eating me. All I knew was that her friend was a woman. Knowing Lady and her tastes, as I did by then, it was certain that the friend was going to be something extravagant and another explorer in the realms of erotic possibility. I also what 'little drinks party' meant; as alcohol always flowed freely at Lady's place.

'You will find her very interesting,' said Lady, 'she is quite a woman, and the more you see of her, the more you will want her.'

I ran my eyes all over Lady's body as she spoke and the more my eyes caressed her, the more she seemed to grow, and have even more for me to look at. I had explored every inch of her grotesque body; my cock had fucked all of her holes, and even her glorious armpits; but still there seemed to be more of her for me to discover, as though she was endless, and each time she moved a little her entire body changed with the new angle from which I could observe her, and discover her again.

'I met her in a very rough bar and the first time I saw her she was on her knees sucking some big , dirty biker's knob. In a bar; though she is a stripper, you see, and her act is very wild. She had never been with a woman before she met me, but I think I intrigued her, and she has had a tough life and I think she sees me now was her good aunt, as well as her lover. She is not as tough as she looks, you will find; but she is tough enough.'

As Lady described her friend, though in a way that did not reveal very much; and nothing of her appearance, it suddenly struck me that Lady had no tattoos. 

I am a great lover of the tattooed female body, and it suddenly seemed to me bizarre that Lady did not have even a single tattoo; and even more strange that it had not registered with me until that moment. I have noticed that women as sexually rapacious as Lady are often tattooed; and pierced too. Lady had no piercings either. 

Somehow, though, it seemed right she had not adorned her body thus. Lady was unique and her animal body generated a power that nothing on earth could enhance. Her body, adorned only by the clothes she wore and even more by the lines, stretch marks and wrinkles that mapped her body's history, generated the same erotic charge for me as a feminine body heavily tattooed would more often achieve. And Lady's adornments had the advantage of glowing more slowly, and thus with greater intensity, with her age and her glorious decay. By contrast, with age, tattoos become blue, grey and fade. Lady was fading, but with a glory and slow burning brightness that meant that her body had reached its strange and voluptuous perfection as she had passed sixty.

However, on other women, a single tattoo, or a great many covering large areas of the body, can both be highly erotic, but it is not the tattoos themselves that excite, but the combination of the tattoos and the lady sporting them.

The door bell rang and Lady got up and went to answer it. She returned, followed by a tall woman of forty or so, who was wearing a worn blue denim jacket and tight black roll neck sweater, with tight equally wore jeans and black sports shoes. She was carrying a sports bag in one hand and held a burning cigarette between the long fingers of the other. Her hair was black with blonde highlights and fell loosely about her face. 

The first thing I noticed about the face was her prominent Roman nose, suggesting Italian descent. Her skin was dark and her eyes almost black. She had strong cheekbones that gave her a hard look. She was certainly beautiful, and in an elegantly rough way. She put down her bag and looked at me and raised her cigarette to her full red lips and dragged on it voluptuously. It was then that I noticed that her fingernails were painted with shiny black nail varnish, and that she wore a thumb ring that was connected by a chain to a bracelet that hung around her wrist. There were the hints at the delightful spectacle she was going to be when she disrobed. 

She pulled long on her cigarette and looked at me intently. She was completely unfazed at the sight of my cock poking lewdly out from my fly. She just looked at it and appeared to be doing arithmetic behind her burning eyes. She pulled the cigarette from her mouth and blew out her smoke, and with it came the words

'Nice big cock. Uncircumcised too. Very nice.'

Lady smiled, pleased that I met with her friend's approval. 

'This is Elizabeth,' she said, 'Or Liz, as I prefer.'

Lady directed Liz to sit in the other chair. I was on the sofa and Lady in the chair where I had sat on my first visit. 

Lady offered Liz a scotch, and she took it and drank a large mouthful. She chatted with Lady for a while about this and that and Lady asked her where she was stripping at the moment and Liz told her and added that she had started to do private parties. Lady asked her about the parties and Liz told her that they were for trusted customers who she had got to know on the stripping circuit.

'I always work alone,' she said, Male and mixed audiences.'

'I imagine that a lady who sucks off guys from the audience in a bar does a good show in private,' said Lady.

Liz smiled and said 'like the evening I met you,'

'Yes,' said Lady, 'we had a good time that night. Lady looked at me and said, 'she's such a whore she let me have her on our first date, and I was her first pussy.' Lady's eyes lit up with pride as she said it.

'Last week I did a party for a couple's anniversary,' said Liz; 'ten couples. By the time I left in the morning I had sucked every cock there, eaten every pussy and been fucked everywhere by everyone. It's pleasure, but also it's work.' The she added, looking at me, 'with Lady though, it's all pleasure.'

I had been completely unselfconsciousness about my cock sticking out, erect, from my trousers, except for when each of the two ladies had glanced over to have a look at it as they had chatted. Now, though, Liz's talk was increasing my excitement and my tool, which had been hard all along, was beginning to twitch, and I remembered it and looked down. As I looked up again, I saw Liz having a good look at it; to see if her words were having an effect on me. Then she glanced over at Lady's pussy to try to discern if it had begun to leak more of its juice onto the sofa. I imagined that a good deal of Liz's own had trickled out there too, and seeped into the material during other visits.

'Show this adventurer of mine what you can do,' Lady told Liz.

Liz took a cd from her bag and put it in the hi-fi. 

She stood in the middle of the floor and began to dance slowly, gyrating her hips and grinding her crotch at the air. Her cigarette hung from the side of her mouth.

'There's a lot more to Liz than meets the eye,' said Lady: 'watch.'

Liz slowly took off her jacket, and now I understood why she had kept it on until now. Her blouse was cap sleeved and now that her arms were uncovered, I saw that both of them were covered with tattoos. They were good ones, well drawn, and I wanted to see them in detail.

On her right arm at the top was a rose about two inches in diameter and below it a large many-coloured butterfly. Under the butterfly was a barbed wire and roses band that went right around her arm, and on her forearm a skull with a snake wrapped around it and a dagger through its centre. On her left arm at the top she had a heart with 'mother' written in it; beside that another skull and below them both the head and upper body of a naked and large breasted woman that stretched down to her elbow. On the forearm was a large spider's web.

Next off was Liz's blouse, revealing more tattoos on her tits, her torso and her back and then her shoes and jeans, and more on her legs. She was a work of art, and a walking, talking, dancing, gyrating, grinding art gallery. When her jeans were off, she put her on a pair of black high heeled boots that she had produced from her bag.

On her right tit was her name 'Liz' in gothic letters and on her left a dagger piercing a heart. On her torso on the left side there was a tree of roses and beside it a larger spider's web with a black widow at its centre. Wrapping itself around her left leg was a long snake, and on the right another naked woman with a serpent wrapped around her waist. She turned around and on her back she had a large image of Christ on the cross.

She went over to Lady, and facing me, danced with her back to Lady. I saw Lady raise her arms behind Liz's back, and then Liz's black lacy bra fell slowly away from her ample and slightly sagging tits to reveal yet more tattoos and, as I had expected, large, pierced nipples. The nipples were long and protruding, and a thin silver ring hung from each of them and on the left ring was a little heart like the ones on Lady's anklet. 

She danced away from Lady and her movement meant that I could not see her tattoos in detail, but I could see that at least half of her body was illustrated. She came back to me and leaning towards me, brushed her tits against my face and as her tits waved in front of me, I caught a glimpse of a black heart with a red rose entwined around it. She turned slowly and sexily around and pushed her arse into my face, though without touching me or letting me touch her. She leaned forward and her black panty covered crotch appeared from between her legs. The soft bulge on her panty gusset told me that Liz had some very big pussy lips.

She danced back to the middle of the floor and began to play with her tits as she danced, running her hands, with their long, ringed fingers, over them and pushing them together and pulling the rings on her nipples and elongating them further. Then one of her hands slid down over her slightly spreading stomach and reached for the gusset of her panties. With her forefinger she pulled the gusset aside and a large and ring adorned cunt lip slithered out. She pulled the gusset into her slit and then with the same finger pulled the other, equally ring adorned cunt lip out.

Lady evidently approved and she opened her legs further and began to run her fingers over her own cunt lips. With her other hand, she was lighting herself a cigarette. She pulled hard and inhaled deeply and with her exhalation, said to Liz

'Come and eat auntie's pussy.'

Liz smiled and made towards Lady, and gracefully knelt down and began to lick the inside of Lady's voluptuous left thigh. She traced her tongue over the aged and drying flesh and the fingertips of her left hand brushed over Lady's pussy lips.

'You are leaking nicely on your leopard skin sofa,' said Liz.

'Add some of yours to you, darling,' Lady replied.

'I will, but first I'm going to lick your old pussy until you cum.'

Lady pulled on her cigarette again and its burning end glowed in unison with the reddening of her heating cunt. Liz's tongue was flicking over Lady's cunt now, and her own had sucked the gusset of her panties into her slit, and the lips sticking out at either side looked like some exotic flower. As Liz's tongue got to work on Lady's pussy, Lady smoked more urgently. The cigarette that she had been smoking when Liz had got down between her legs was burned down to its stub and Lady reached for her pack and took another. She placed it between her red lips and lit it from the burning end of the other.

Liz looked up just as Lady was lighting her second cigarette from her first. She watched her and said

'You're really turned on now, aren't you?'

Lady just sighed and exhaled. Her smoke rushed from the mouth and billowed around her.

'You chain smoking old slut,' said Liz as she returned to the task of licking Lady's cunt. 

Lady leaned back further into the sofa and eased her arse forward, pushing her slow burning twat into Liz's face. Her free hand reached down and stroked Liz's long black and blonde hair and she smoked away. Then she left the cigarette dangling from the side of her mouth, and the combination of her hanging fag and her garish make up made her self like some tacky old slattern of a street tart who was selling it very cheap.

I was ready to join in, so I stood up and walked up behind Liz and knelt own behind her. She had taken such care to arrange her gusset between her pussy lips that I dare not disturb the arrangement she had made, so I leaned forward and ran the tip of my tongue over the damp material of her gusset and tasted her cunt juices.