Charity begins at home

Jane’s been helping at our local charity shop for a couple of days a week since the spring. She’s around 50, slim figure but topped with fantastic tits, and she - shirts unbuttoned about a button too low, showing off her deep cleavage and flashes of her half-cup bras. So she knows how to dress and she knows all about the books which meant I’d go in more often than I needed to ask for her help on what to buy and read. Anyway, last week I thought I’d find out if she was just a posh tease, so I asked her if she’d like a coffee one day. How about tomorrow morning, she said. Come round to my house about 11 and you can see what I like to read.

I wasn’t surprised to hear she lived on one of the smarter streets in our area. Anyway, there I was next morning walking up the long drive to this huge detached house, immaculate lawn and garden, wondering how it would all work out. Jane came to the door in one of her trademark shirts and really tight jeans. Moulded wasn’t in it. I could swear they slipped right up her crack.

We went into the lounge, thick carpet, sofas, armchairs and a bar in one corner. And loads of bookcases. ‘Coffee - or would you prefer wine?’ she asked. Wine seemed a great idea. I noticed a silver cup on the mantelpiece. ‘Oh, that’s Jeff’s’ she said. ‘When he’s not away on business, he’s away on the golf course. He won that last year. He’s in South America at the moment.’

She poured two very large glasses. ‘Books?’ ‘Yeah’, I said, ‘I’d love to see what you’ve got.’ ‘Would you now’, she said with a smile. We went over to a bookcase, which had a ladder so you could reach the top shelf. ‘There’s a few up there I’d like to show you. Hang on to the ladder while I go up and get them.’ Within moments there I am holding the ladder with my nose trying hard not to stick itself in her arse as she stretches up to the top shelf. And then, very slowly, as she came down, she pressed her arse all the way down my body.

I didn’t move. I’d had half a hard-on when she went up the ladder just thinking about her tits. I couldn’t hide how hard my prick had become when she got down to the floor. Smiling she slowly turned to face me, put the books on a table and stuck her tongue down my throat, rubbing her crotch up and down my prick. I ran my fingers down her back and down her arse and felt her cunt through her jeans. I nearly came there and then, but she broke off, went over to one of the sofas and started to undo the buttons on her shirt, showing off a black lace bra which propped up her gorgeous tits. She came back to kiss me some more rubbing her clit up and down my prick. As she moved down to my chest and nipples, I unclasped her bra and grabbed her tits as they fell out.

That’s when I thought it was time for me to take charge. I grabbed her left tit and stuck it in my mouth, working the nipple with my teeth as it swelled and hardened. ‘Yes, harder, harder’ I heard above me. I worked the other one with my fingers, which is when she started to lose her lady-like cool, gasping and moaning as I bit and squeezed her nipples as hard as I could. ‘Christ, she said, it’s like I’m having electric shocks. Quick. I must get out of these. I really need a fuck. Jeff’s not been near me for months.’ And she peeled off her jeans to reveal a black lace thong.
‘Not as easy as that’ I said. ‘You’ll have to do more than get your knickers off. You’re just a rich slut, aren’t you? Get on the sofa.’ I leant over her and again sucked and squeezed her nipples between my teeth and fingers. She tried to pull me on to her but I stayed up and then ran my right hand slowly up the inside of her thigh, edging towards her cunt. Except just as I got there, I started all over again. ‘Bastard. Don’t tease, I need you. Now. Any way you want, but for God’s sake fuck me.’ she cried. I brushed my fingers against her thong. ‘Get them inside me. Please. I need you inside me.’ It was great having her really pleading with me. I pulled the thong to one side and teased the hair round her pussy. The thong was drenched. She kept pushing her cunt up to my fingers but I kept it just out of range. ‘For God’s sake, stick your fist in.’ ‘Wider’ I said, ‘wider and wetter, you bitch. You want it. This is how you’re having it.’ She got one leg over the back of the sofa and there was her cunt wide open, the juices running down her thigh and soaking the smart cushions. I stuffed my fist round and round her sopping cunt, grinding against her clit. She screamed and groaned and almost immediately jerked on the sofa to a climax. Next thing she was asking me to stop.

No way, I said. Not yet a while. I got on my knees and kept on at her, working the sides of her cunt hard with my fingers whilst my tongue worked her clit which I then started biting as well. She came again against my mouth. Talk about creaming.

‘Fuck me you bastard. Just fucking fuck me’ she screamed. Still kneeling I rammed my prick up her cunt. She rode it, bucking backwards and forwards and came again as I slammed my prick hard up her.

I was about to come when I decided what I really wanted. ‘Get down here’ I ordered. I think it’s your arse needs fucking not your cunt.’ She looked at me but rolled off the sofa and got on all fours, her head in the cushions. ‘Legs wider’ I said. Her rounded arse was there in front of me. I held the end of my prick against her hole. I wondered how she’d take it, but she worked her arse round and back over my prick whilst I stuck my fingers into her cunt and started to wank her clit. As she eased her arse back and forwards up and down my prick she came again and me too. My cum dribbled out of her arse as I came out of her. ‘Time to tidy up, I think’. She looked at my prick, looked at me, but then licked it slowly and started sucking until I was hard again. I’d never have guessed the rich bitch had it in her.

Nor was I ready for the next bit. ‘Don’t think you’re the only one to give the orders round here. Time to see the real top-shelf stuff. I’ll get another bottle.’ And with that, she led the way up the stairs.

Charity definitely begins at home.