Dr. Who: Older Men & Younger Urges

"Oh, ye've having a laugh at me? I'll knock you if that's how you like it. Come now! Settle your tab."

"I told you," Clara said, getting off her barstool. She walked around the bar, flouncing as she lifted up the gate to let herself behind it. "I don't have my wallet. You can either wait for me to come back with it or you can let me pay a different way."

"Ya having a go at me, that you are. Ya little gobshite. Ya'd best be paying your tab, wallet or no, I'll not have some silliness because ye think it's funny, teasing an old man."

"It'd really mean a lot to me if we could just call it even. Please? Please?" She put her arms around his neck and hugged him, knowing he could feel the snug pressure of her big tits against his chest. She was making him as horny as hell, and that was just the way she wanted him.

"Alright, ya bitch! Ye've asked for it!" said the barman, a scowl contorting his wrinkled face into a fright mask. "You want to play games, ay? You'll be playing some games with me! Take that wee skirt off and show us your hind!"

Obediently, Clara dispensed with her skirt. She had no panties underneath, nor any hair, just the supple curves of her buttocks, offered up as she bent over the bar. "Will that do?" she asked.

She heard him pulling his belt from his trousers, but instead of the anticipated sound of his fly unzipping, he bent the belt in half and gripped it by the overlay so it formed a doubled over riding crop. He pulled on it at both ends, yanking either half tightly together.

"Wait a minute!" said Clara, but the barman shoved her down to the bar.

"No! You wait! Ye want to be settling y'r tab, we'll do that, but on me own terms! And first, I'll be punishing ye for having a go like ye been!"

"I wasn't making fun of you!" Clara protested.

"Aye! And ye shan't again, nor ever think about it, my wee bean!"

The man brought the belt down hard on Clara's ass and hip. The thick leather tore into her flesh and sent burning shock waves coursing through her trembling body. Again and again the belt rose and fell, smacking her in the ass, the hips, and the thighs. The man showed no mercy as he beat her into submission. Submission and need.

"Aaaaaaiiiiii! Eeeeeeoooooow! Stooooop! Aaaaagh! No more! No moooooore! Stooooooop!" howled Clara as the belt stung her. She tried to burrow into the bar to hide from the burning leather belt, but of course it was no use. She was completely at the barman's mercy.

And she found herself quite liking it.

"Call me names!" she demanded. "Call me names while you're having your fun, I know you're thinking it, so say it!"

"You bitch! You fuckin' city bitch! You came here expecting a go, but I'll be having fun with you, I will!"

The man whipped her continuously with his belt while she cowered before him. The belt cracked loudly as it tore into her. She was red all over and filled with pain. She was ready to do anything to get him to stop.

"Oooooooooh! Iiiiiiiiii! Okaaaaaaaay! Whatever you waaaaaaant! Please stoooooop! Stooooop!"

"That's better, bitch!" said the barman as he let the belt fall to the floor.

Clara lay in a heap, her ass covered with bruises. As she lay there in the darkness, tears running down her face, she was suddenly aware of the old man's hand on her asscheeks. His thin, wrinkled fingers roamed over her voluptuous ass and down between her thighs.

"Fuck me!" she said, telling herself she wasn't begging even as the plea came out. "Stop playing around and fuck me! I'll be so tight on your cock..."

"Do you want your big ass whipped anew?" said the old man. "I'll tell ye when I've had enough! Now spread your legs, city woman!"

Clara reluctantly opened her legs, and the old man immediately began licking her inner thighs. He started just above her knees, working his way upward, first one leg and then the other, so that by the time he reached her pussy, Clara was tingling all over.

She could feel his tongue lapping up the wetness from being spanked, and she could feel his clammy fingers stroking her pubic hair. He was getting her hot even though she fought against it, turning the foreplay of her pain into a full-blown inferno, an orgasm in itself. His hot breath, as it penetrated her sex, made her gasp. His false teeth, as they nibbled on her pussy lips, made her tremble. She couldn't believe an old man like him could give her so much pleasure.

"Oooooooooh! Aaaaaaagh! Bite me! Bite my pussy! Yeeeeeeesssss! Uuuugh! Uuuugh! Uuuugh!" moaned Clara as the man's tongue shot inside her hole.

"Mmmmmmmffffff! Mmmmmfffff!" grunted the man as his mouth closed around her tasty cunt.

Clara was in another world as the man's tongue and teeth filled her with bliss. Her mind was reeling, and her cunt was quivering. Flashes of heat darted through her body. Her breathing grew more rapid. Her big ass began to bounce as she practically twerked against his face.

"Uuuuuuuuungh! Ooooooooh! Eat meeeeeee! Yesssss! You old pervert! Eat my pussy!" moaned Clara, her cunt throbbing.

Clara could look back and see the man's head snuggled in between her buttocks. He was giving her all kinds of pleasure as he worked his tongue in and out of her passage. Her feelings of shame and guilt disappeared as she trembled and writhed atop the bar, knocking aside napkins, feeling the moisture of spilled drinks seeping into her top. In the back of her head, she knew she would hate herself for this smuttiness later. It was just that his tongue was so fucking hot.

Clara's head shook from side to side as the fiery passion swept through her. She hoped the old geezer would take her over the brink and make her sweet cunt boil over. Already, she was aware of a growing warmth creeping through her pussy. She bucked and bounced her big ass as the old man's long, hot tongue drilled her pussy.

"Opoooooooh! Suck meeee! Aaaaaaagh! You perverse motherfucker! Heeeeeeelp! Uuugh! Uuugh!"

The old barkeep's hands were now spreading her pussy lips as his tongue slid deeper in her hole. Her tender cunt was throbbing. She was sure her tiny clit would explode. She was hurting from the intense pleasure, but she would have killed him if he had stopped. She spread her legs wider to make room for more of the old man's tongue in her cunt.

The only thing that could've been better was if she had a cock inside her, not just a tongue mocking her. She was about to beg him to fuck her—come out and plead for his cock-when he bit into her clit and made her tremble. Somehow the words never got out.

Suddenly, the barman popped upright. He stepped out of his pants and crawled on top of her, his shirt still fastened.

"Ooooooooh!" gasped Clara as the barman's body replaced the prickly anticipation running through her lower body. Suddenly, she had what she'd wanted.

"Shit! You city women have such soft bodies! Well, I may be old, but I'm gonna fuck your big pussy. Ye can bet on that! Aaaaaaaaaagh! I feel me cock goin' in! Eeeeeeeeeee!"

Clara gasped as the barman's cock slipped into her wide open pussy. She could feel his thin hands clawing at her big, juicy asscheeks, and she could smell his whiskey breath as he nibbled on her neck. She knew he was crazy, but she also knew that his cock was hard, and she needed it hard. She needed everything hard.

"Uuuuugh! Oooooooo! Ummmmmmm! Aaaaaaagh!" moaned Clara as the barman began to rock against her. His skinny ass bounced up and down practically on top of her buttocks as he drove his hard prick in and out of her gasping pussy. She could feel his prick rubbing against her inner walls, stretching them.

"Oooooooooh! Yeeeeeessss! Fuck meeeee! Fuck meee!"

"Shit! Shit! Shit! Ooooooooh! Shiiiiiit! Your pussy is burnin' me! Uugh! Uugh! Uugh!" moaned the barman as he continued to ram his cock in and out of Clara's hot pussy. "Ooooooowww! Uuugh! Uuugh! Biiiitch!"

Clara sucked on her lower lip as the fiery heatwaves rocked her body. The barman's cock couldn't compare with Simon's in size, but he knew how to use it. He worked his hips in different directions as he fucked every square inch of her cunt.

"Shiiiiiiiiit!" moaned Clara as the wrinkled barman sank his fingers into her bouncing asscheeks and fucked the stuffing out of her. "Oooooooo!"

"I'm fuckin' your pussy, city woman!" the man rasped as he slammed his prick into her sex with all his might. "Fuck! Fuck! I'm fuckin' ye just as hard as you please! Aaaaagh!"

Clara was surprised at the barman's strength. His thrusting cock made her gasp, and his fingers made her ass tingle. She could feel and hear his balls banging into her cunt lips. It made her throb all over.

"Yessssssss! That's it! Burn the fuck out of my cunt! Tear my pussy up with your cock! Ooooooo! Aaaaaaagh! I need to be fucked! Aaaaaagh! Oooooh! Yesssss!"

The barman pulled his cock halfway out of Clara's pussy. Then he slammed his prick back in again with such ferocity that she was sure he'd have a heart attack. He repeated this motion several times in succession while she practically humped the bar in her need.

"Shiiiiit! Biiiiiitch! Biiiiiitch! Shit! Shit! Shit!" grunted the barman, almost out of breath.

"I love your cock! I love it! Aaaaiiieee! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Clara howled as the barman buried his prick deep inside her. "Fuck meeeeee! Yessssss!"

The man's cock ripped through her juicy sex, scorching her with its heat. She forgot about the whipping he had given her, now her only concern was his burning prick.

She could feel his cock pummeling her loose-lipped cunt as her big ass bounced up and down, still in his grip. Searing heat rippled through her folds. Her inflamed clit throbbed as if ready to burst. She couldn't believe this barman could fuck her big, beautiful pussy for so long without coming. He's a tough old bastard, she thought. Perfect for me.

"Yeeeessss! Yeeeessss! Fuck me! Fuck me! Iiiiiieeee! Slam your cock in me! Hard! Harder! Oooooooh!"

"You big-ass city bitch! I'll have shown ye what an old man can do long before I'm finished! Uuuuugh! Uuuugh! Burn, bitch, burn!"

The barman fucked her pussy furiously. He seemed to have the strength of a bull. His cock shot in and out of her cunt while she howled and moaned and gurgled deliriously. She was on fire, and she knew it was only a matter of time before the barman's hot cum extinguished the flame, but not before his thrusting cock made it burn hotter. Already, her juices were dripping over his thrusting cock, lubricating his prick so that it slid in and out of her cunt easier.

"Ooooooooh! I'm burnin' now! My prick is red hot, you city bitch!" groaned the man, his wrinkled body sliding and bouncing all over Clara's shapely body. "I'll fuck ye to death, no mistake! Aaaaaagh! Uuuuuungh! Hellfire and damnation! Ooooooooh!"

"You're making me come!" Clara shrieked as her pussy enveloped his cock. "Iiiiieeeee! Yaaaaaaa! Mmmmmmmm! Fuck me hard, dammit! Fuck the shit out of me!"

Clara could see the barman's body begin to jerk in spasms as he gripped her big ass tighter. She knew he was about to come, and she hoped she could pop off at the same time. She longed for some hot cum to burn her pussy and make her scream.

"Pound me, you old fucker! Fuck my hot pussy! Slam your wrinkled cock in deep, damn you! Aaaaaagh! I need your prick! I need your cum! Give me your cuuuuuumm! Shiiiiiit!"

"Uuuuuuuugh! Okay, me little one! You want my jizz, you can have it! I'm gonna come in your hot cunt! Yes! Yes! I feel it! I feel your cum! Aaaagh! Uuungh! I'm gonna come!" howled the man as he emptied his nuts into the her hot pussy.

"Yeeeeeees! I feel your hot cum! Aaaaaaagh! Aaaaaagh! I'm coming too!"

"Fucking city bitch," Clara heard the Doctor say, his tone high and mighty. "Can't take a good pump or three, not for shite." She closed her eyes and came.

Both of them slammed their bodies against each other brutally as their orgasms jolted their senses. They slid and squirmed and thrust as their juices flowed and burned. Clara was drenched in sweat, and her pussy was covered with his cum and hers. She bucked up into the barman one final time before collapsing across the bar. She could still feel his cock squirting cum.

The barman pumped his prick in and out of her sloppy cunt a few more times, filling her with his cum. Finally, he, too, collapsed and rolled off her, his cock still oozing jizz. She could see his frail body trembling, and she hoped he wouldn't have a heart attack. She didn't want her pussy killing anyone.

As she lay there, her tits rising and falling with her heavy breathing, she could feel the woodgrain scratching at her groin. His seed was dripping down her thighs. Her cunt felt empty inside, and she wished the barman was younger so she could fuck him again. In his present condition, however, she was afraid to risk another go.

"Aye, lassie," the barman moaned, pulling his pants up with difficulty over his resting groin. "That'll do ye on the tab. Feel free to start another one whenever ye like."