There's LOTS of time for more customers

It didn't take long for Bria's next customer to arrive. She was still waving, calling out "Tell your friends!" when a car swerved in beside her, making her yelp.

It was a giant thing, at least a couple of decades old, rusted and painted different colors according to the car part. White door, black fender, blue hood, green rear door, and brown body.

"Hey!" a raspy voice yelled from inside. "You a ho?"

Bria stared at the car a moment longer, then did her best 'hooker' stance for looking into a car, showing off her deep cleavage as she bent over.

"Maybe..." she began, then saw that the driver was an old man, probably a pensioner. He staired out at her and her cleavage with bug-eyes, his thick glasses making them seem as big as his face. "Oh, uh, hello sir."

"Don't you 'sir' me! You're a ho, say something dirty!"

"Uh, I'd love to suck your cock," she purred, feeling both ashamed and turned on to be saying that to an old man.

Wasting no time the elderly man made his way across the bench seat. "Stupid door," he muttered, fighting to pop the dented thing open. At last he succeeded, swinging his legs out along with the door, his pants undone and his gnarled old cock already out.

"Well? Get sucking."

"Sure, let's get to the alley over there...." Bria began, but he just waved her off.

"I'm an old man, I'm not going to risk breaking my hip. Come on, it's out and ready. Suck it!" he ordered.

Bria fought not to sigh and reminded herself that this was a movie set. Random people wouldn't just stroll on by. She looked again at the wrinkled cock, already a tiny bit hard

"Okay," she agreed. "Twenty bucks."

"Twenty...!" the man's voice screeched into incoherence, and his cock abruptly drooped. "I'm a senior! I demand a discount!"

"Okay!" Bria agreed, shushing him. "I'll give you a discount!"

"Now you're talking. How much?"

"Um, five bucks?"

The old woody perked up while it's owner grinned. "That's some discount! Get to it!"

Bria reminded herself to smile, and with her best beauty contestant smile (the "I won but I'm not full of myself!" smile) she sank to her knees, gently cradling his grey-haired balls.

"Well don't just cuddle it, I want some lips and tongue," he scolded, and Bria's smile faltered a bit. Grumpy asshole, she thought. He reminded her of her grandpa, the one who kept wanting her to re-enact the bikini parts of the various pageants.

Without fanfair Bria ducked her head and sucked his soft dick in like a noodle. He smelled like fish, and seemed almost soggy as she sucked him deeper, her agile tongue tickling his balls as she easily pulled him all the way in.

"Damn," he muttered, dick perking up to half-mast. "Terrific day."

Using her hands to hold him straight she pulled up to lick around the head. Seeing him nearly hard she used the secret weapon that all men loved. Her pointy tongue pressing against his urethra, tickling it, and not only did his dick harden the rest of the way it squirted a salty squirt of liquid straight into her mouth and down her throat.

"I didn't cum! That's not cum!" he exclaimed after the brief spurt.

Bria froze. Was that...?

Before she could think on the matter the senior grabbed her yellow tresses, avoiding the clumps of sperm, and yanked her face down his dick.

At full length he was just long enough to tickle the back of her throat. If he'd been a little bit longer, or a little bit shorter it wouldn't have been a problem, but every thrust was like a feather against her tonsils, just barely reaching her gag reflex but not passing through. It was enough to **** her to think about not gagging, where normally it was second nature to let a cock through.

"Oh yeah," he moaned, waving as a buddy stumbled by wide-eyed at the sight. "The boys'll be so damn jealous. Who told you to stop sucking? Why're you making those noises?"

Bria would've loved to answer, but she kept gagging, and the taste was so strange. Familiar, yet weird, and not all that nice.

"First I score that hot young sexagenarian Carol half an hour ago," he chuckled at the term for a sixty-something person, "Now you. Damn that Viagra sure works."

Bria grimaced at the continued smell and taste. It was starting to get better, though, like her mouth and tongue were cleaning it off, washing it down her throat with every swallow.

"Damn, you nearly make me lose control," he sighed, then stiffed. "That wasn't cum! I didn't cum yet, you're not done! Don't stop!"

Bria choked as a brief salty stream hit the back of her throat. God, was that a cum shot? No wonder this old guy was still in the business, he kept shooting those bitter-tasting squirts every minute! She felt kind of proud that she could make him cum twice already, and sped up her efforts.

"Hey Wanda, Jane, Jack," the man said to a passing trio of shocked elders. "Shut up and keep sucking," he told Bria. "Don't you call the cops til I'm done!" he yelled after the women.

Bria froze a moment, hoping that was part of the act, but with his surprisingly strong fist wrapped in her hair she couldn't check and decided to act like a pro and get the scene finished.

A splatter of fluids shot into her mouth, followed by a hard squirt, another splatter, and another squirt, all of which Bria gagged down. What a cumshot! she thought to herself, as he bellowed.

"That," he gasped. "That was me cumming. Sort of."

Sort of? Bria marvelled at the thought of what he must have been like as a young stallion, but a quavering exclamation brought her up from the old man's pecker.

"Roger?"

"Carol? It's, uh, it's not what it looks like! She **** me!"

"I what?" Bria stared, then yelped as a hand pulled her backwards and onto her ass.

"You young hussy!" an old woman yelled, giving a vicious - for a 69-year old with a bad heart and a bad hip - kick to the side.

Bria stared up at the women, the rolled to her feet. "What? He paid me!" she exclaimed, earning a shocked gasp from the woman and a bellow of outrage from the man.

"I did no such thing! I was getting out of my car and she threw herself on me!"

"You... you slut!"

"I'm not a slut, I'm a hooker!" Bria yelled.

"Carol," Roger interrupted, pushing the old woman to the car. "She's not worth it. Let's go find some place quiet where there's no young tramps around."

Carol sniffled, taking his hand and allowing him to hand her into the car. He slammed the door - twice - and turned to Bria.

"You oughta be ashamed of yourself, you harlot! Shame!" he yelled, poking her in the chest, tucking a bill into her cleavage as he did so.

"Shame!" he yelled one more time before turning to walk around his car, limp dick jiggling around like it was celebrating.

"Shame!" Carol yelled out as Roger gradually got his door open.

Bria stared in bewilderment as the couple drove away, then fished the bill from her cleavage, unrolling it. "Hey!" she yelled after them. "This is only a five!"