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I’m Irene, 64 years old and a street walking prostitute. I’m obsessed with fucking so my job suits me perfect. I ask many of my clients what they do when I’m unavailable and they say they call mature phone sex lines. This got me thinking as another outlet to satisfy my hunger for cock. Now I’m in and I LOVE IT. Want to hear my kinky confessions…oh let me tell you…

“I’d been working in a massage parlour for the past 10 years.  I’d worked the streets before that, the money was better, but the conditions poorer.  I’d decided to go back to the corner for a night.  I was looking to boost the retirement fund and had heard that tricks were good at the moment, lots of big spenders.

The night started slow but steady, a couple of blow jobs at £20 a go,  a hand job for a tenner and one punter wanting full sex for £50.  Just one more punter to go.

It was starting to get colder.  I could feel the last punters cum leaking from my pussy, chilling against my thighs in the cool air.  I pulled my short, fluffy coat around me and strutted up and down the pavement to try and warm up a little.

A car pulled up alongside me, lowering the passenger side window.  He looked me up and down and asked straight away how old I was, I answered ‘60’. ‘Mmmmm’ he said, licking his lips ‘perfect. Get in.’

I climbed in, grateful for the instant heat and removed my coat.  I was wearing a revealing little tight dress that showed off my tits and thighs well.  Straight away he pushed his hand up my dress, cupping my damp pussy.  He told me he wanted to test the goods with his fingers first, to see how much my pussy was worth.  I allowed him.

He explored me with his fingers, spreading the hour old cum lower, between my arse cheeks, pressing firmly against my arse hole.  I held my breath as he breached my arse, fingering it roughly.  ‘Hmmmm’ he pondered, still fucking me with his fingers ‘I’ll take your mouth.’ he said finally, removing his fingers.

He undid his fly, reached inside and pulled his cock free.  He was a big guy, with a long, thick cock.  He wanked himself  whilst I watched, licking my moist, wrinkly lips.  He reached out with his free hand, grabbing me roughly by the hair and pulled my face onto his waiting cock.

I opened my mouth as wide as I could and still he stretched my lips and jaw to the point of pain.  He lifted his hips into his thrusts at the same time as controlling my head with his grip on my hair.  

I gagged around him on every thrust, spittle and drool oozing down his shaft as I choked.  Still he fucked my mouth harder.  There was nothing I could do, except take it.  My mouth hadn’t been used so roughly in a long time, despite my profession!

I was relishing it, my pussy ached with need and I knew after this one I’d have to go home and relieve the tension building in my core.   Mmmmmm I moaned as much as I could around him.

His grip tightened even more holding my head still as he thrust upwards, taking every bit of control as he fucked my face.  I felt his cock throbbing uncontrollably and my mouth began to fill with so much cum I choked.  He pushed right to the back of my throat, forcing me to take him all, swallow every drop.

When he’d finished cumming his grip softened a little and he ordered me to clean his cock.  I lapped him gently all over with my long tongue, making sure not to miss a drop.

Finally he released his grip and I sat up, my neck and jaw aching.  He tossed three ten pound notes at me, I smiled at the £10 tip and climbed out of the car.  Not a bad night’s work for an old girl I thought to myself as I strolled home”.

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