Visit the local haunt

You realise your favourite strip club is only a few blocks away and it's happy hour. If you catch one of the lads you might be able to score a drink.

The "Lusty Handmaiden" wasn't a far walk at all - what were the chances. You take note of the dusty, mildewy interior. Ah! The Old Lust!

You notice a large, aging, hirsute man with a bald spot and a small beard. He's nursing a Guinness and chatting with the barman. Old Mac. The man. The legend.

"Ey Mac!" You yell in your soft, high pitched voice, "The old lady finally get sick of your shit?"

He turns around surprised, "Do I know you, little lady?"

"It's Mike! Big Mike! Fuck, my man, do I got a story for you. Fell asleep in the alley out back Pink Velvet last night and I woke up like this. Ain't she fine?"

"What the fuck is going on?" Mac exclaimed.

"No, it's me. For real. You used to sell me **** in the 90s. Remember Barcelona?"

"Mike told you about that?"

"No, you fuckwit. I am Mike. Or, Leah, or some shit."

Mac takes sip of his beer. Processing your allegations. "Well, if you're Mike, you wouldn't have a problem with me taking a little squeeze of those lil' flesh puppies."

"Go right ahead." You say, lifting up your sweater.

Mac mauls clumsily at your tits, pinching your nipples, enraptured by such a perky beauty - he hasn't touched anything like her in decades. You feel a startling wetness between your thighs.

"Alright, bud that's enough." You let your top down.

"Christ. Why don't I buy you a drink."

"Fuck, about time."

"A drink for, uh..."

"Leah? I don't know."

After a couple hours of catching up with Mac, you both step outside for a cigarette.

"You mind if I take another go at those tits?" Mac asks with a sly grin.

This body definitely can't keep up with your old drinking habits and you give him a silent compliant nod.

With your back against the wall, Mac lift your shirt up begins to fondle your tits. Passerby look on with contempt as Mac slips a hand between your knees. Your head is a bit cloudy, and you're a bit horny, so you let him. He rubs his finger firmly against your groin, which starts to dampen your jeans. He leads you to an alley way behind the club and slips his hand down your pants. He slides his finger into your pussy and starts pumping. You briefly wonder if you should stop him, but you're too turned on to care.

He takes your shirt off and throws it on a dumpster and slides your pants down around your ankles. You kick them off onto the dirty concrete and unbuckle his pants. His cock is much bigger than you'd have ever thought. It must be a fat 8-9" you think. You pull it out and limply stroke it. He pushes you face-first against the alley wall and slowly guides his cock to the lips of your cunt.

His cock slowly enters you. It hardly fits. In fact, it hurts a bit. Shit, she probably is a virgin.

He full enters you and starts pumping back and forth. You grip one of your tits.

This actually feels really fucking good.

Each pump hurts less, and feels more pleasurable.

"Ah-ah-ah-ah," you moan loudly, "fuck me you fat shit."

You try to lift one of your tits to your mouth, Mac pounding your pussy raw, when you feel the cascading glow of an orgasm. He gives you one last pump and shoots his load deep inside of you. You feel warm cum slowly drip down you leg.

You feel oddly compelled to scoop some cum of the from the lips of your pussy and suck on it.

"That must of been the tightest pussy I've fucked in a long time. You a virgin?" Mac asks.

"No fucking clue. Not anymore, I guess?" You say touching the cross around your neck.

"If ya need a place to stay - you can stay with me," Mac offered. "And if we fuck a bit, I'll toss you some spending money too."