Volume 3 The Glory of Wet Tiles, and The Maturity SeXStoRY

I woke up with the cold air from the open window caressing my soft skin, my pert breasts and my ever moistening vagina. My whole body was tingling as I ran my fingers across my bare skin, shivering and sighing. My right index finger working my clitoris as my middle finger slid itself into my tight snatch. Glancing over to the window at my admirer the window cleaner. He watched intently, rubbing his crotch through his jeans. I closed my eyes slowly as my body shook, the orgasm rocking my bed and filling my mind with wildly vivid colours. "That felt good" I giggled to myself as I rose from my bed and perused my wardrobe for something that would fill my whorish desires. The window cleaner continued to watch. Adoring my curvacious butt and shimmering skin. I perched myself upon my bed, running my hands down my thighs and bringing the tights back up. A pair of soft sheer single-leg tights, dark and patterned. I watched my toes curl and I ran my hand through my hair. The cleaner had finished, the window remained unclean. A little something for me to remember him by. I stood and pulled a tight black leather mini skirt over my tights and up around my c***d-bearing waist. Fastening the button and giggling as I admired my body in the full length mirror at the foot of my bed. I took a look at my black lacy bra and decided against wearing it. What's the need for a bra if I refuse to wear panties? I shimmied my nubile body into a sheer, mesh top. "The perfect way to show my cleavage and maintain some respect." I giggled again, how silly. I browsed my shoe collection before deciding on a pair black strappy five inch heels with a pink sole. I loved those shoes and often wore them when being screwed silly. I applied my make-up and headed for the door. The continuing odyssey that waits before me is scary and exciting. Heels clicking on the tiled floor, I stepped into a stall. Taking a seat and reapplying my ruby red lipstick. It wasn't long before the stall next to mine was occupied. The shadow through the glory hole revealed the thought process of my victim. He stalled and weighed up his options, he made the correct choice when he unzipped and turned away from the toilet. "You want some?" "I do." "Cool." The long but flaccid cock peeked through opening. I licked the foreskin and played with his hairy balls as he grew. My mouth was watering and before he was fully hard I had that cock deep down my throat. I could tell he wasn't expecting such a seasoned cock sucker, his moans were a****listic. Every time I suck cock I'm taken to another dimension. I feel liberated and powerful, the life f***e of the universe courses through my bones and I transcend existence. I gagged on his length and cupped his balls. Dreaming of Gods and Monsters, each one filling me, impregnating me with lust and life. The tiles beneath me were covered already in my juices. I came, I came very hard. The stranger followed moments later which served to prolong my ecstasy. He thanked me, zipped himself up and left. Another happy customer. I sat upon the toilet and reapplied my ruby red lipstick. It wasn't long before the stall next to mine was occupied again. The shadow through the glory hole revealed the thought process of my victim. He stalled and weighed up his options, he made the correct choice when he unzipped and turned away from the toilet. "Hi secy, want some old man cock?" "Forever." His already tumescent cock appeared before me. Beautiful in it's age, wrinkled, tanned and well used. Balls that hung so low, they were too wrinkled but they were magnificent. I adore the cocks and balls of old men. Mature angels that can use me as the whore I know I am. I took the cock and caressed it, rubbing it lovingly against my soft teenage cheeks and my lips, luscious ruby lips. He sighed and told me open up. I did, he felt great in my mouth. My cheeks were probed by his bulbous head, the girth stretched them apart and plastered a vaudevillian smile upon my innocent face. I could see his overhanging belly through the hole and it only served to turn me on more. He tasted so good, sweaty and musty but with that amazing taste of old worn flesh. The smell and taste reminding me of each time I fucked on a leather couch, face shoved down as I was pounded by some masculine stranger. My mind in the clouds I shoveled the strange man into my eager throat, sucking him softly as I ran my tongue up and down his shaft. I cupped his wrinkly old balls and sucked harder, he began to fuck my face through the thin layer of wood that separated us. He rapped at the stall wall as we both began to shake. My legs trembled as he shot load after load of thick creamy seamen into my eager tender mouth, dripping down my throat I wanked him off until he stepped away. I heard the zipper and his footsteps leaving the neighbouring stall. I hopped back up onto my seat and began to reapply my red lipstick... "You comin' or what?" "Me?" "I don't see any other cock whores in here, do you?" I stood up and opened the door taking a look at the stranger in which I had d***k seamen from. He was old but tall, very tall maybe 6'3. He had a bald head with wisps of grey hair around the edges, a very wrinkled face and huge fat gut, it protruded like the face of a cliff on a weather beaten shore. He looked unkempt and possibly dangerous. He scowled at me and told me I looked like a slag. I retorted that he was a filthy old bastard. Before I had even finished the slanderous taunt he hap lunged at me, grabbing me by the scruff of the neck. "You better save that dirty mouth for my arse hole, cunt." "You better save that arsey mouth for my cunt hole, you arse!" He gave me a grimace and pulled me by my hair as we left the public bathroom, into the car park on a busy motor way. "So where are you taking me then?" "Cheapest place I can find."