Sandi's Erotic Adventures Ch. 09

With a sudden cry Ray came and simultaneously I did likewise with the fleeting thought of a succession of guys taking over from him.

Ray quickly disappeared, perhaps ashamed of himself now it was over, and having adjusted my clothing I walked back to the hotel. Undressing I found my stockings and panties had been shredded by the roughness of the brickwork and I sported a mass of abrasions across my bottom, something which greatly excited hubby next day, as naturally the first thing I did was tell him all about my adventures.

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(August.) Basil, early-sixties.

I was driving through the unfamiliar town looking for my hotel when I saw an old guy, walking with a stick and carrying a bag of shopping, struck and knocked over by a car while on a pedestrian crossing. The car sped away but I managed to make a note of the registration before going to the old guy's assistance. I helped him up and found he wasn't as old as I'd first thought, probably early sixties, but the walking stick had made him seem older.

Anyway the guy told me he was OK, just a bit shaken up, and while we collected his scattered shopping I told him I'd made a note of the offending vehicle's registration number.

When I offered him a lift home he told me there was no need as he only lived a couple of streets away. I insisted however, telling the guy he'd had a shock, and helping him into the car.

While the guy directed me to his house, or rather bungalow as it turned out, he cast surreptitious glances at my legs. I wore a two-piece navy blue business suit, the hem of which had ridden up while climbing into the car. My high-heeled shoes were laying in the foot-well on the passenger side as usual and he made a comment about how it must be difficult to walk in such things.

I turned into the drive he indicated and saw a very overgrown front garden and a bungalow in need of a bit of maintenance work by the look of it.

Alighting from the car I insisted on carrying his shopping and followed the guy inside the bungalow.

"Lacks a female touch," he murmured by way of apology for the dishevelled appearance of the interior.

"I'll unpack your shopping and make you a coffee shall I?"

"There's no need, I'm not in my dotage yet young lady," he retorted.

"No, but you've had a shock."

I bent to retrieve the milk from his shopping bag and it was I who received a shock when he delivered a resounding smack to my backside.

"Ow!" I cried, straightening up.

"I'm not past it yet young lady, whatever you might think."

After putting his shopping away I busied myself making coffee for both of us, calling through from the kitchen to tell the guy I would be happy to appear as a witness if it came to a court case.

"No harm done," he replied. "Not worth reporting it."

"Nonsense. You can't let the driver get away with that sort of carelessness," I retorted.

In the end I prevailed upon Basil; by this time we'd exchanged names, to ring the police and report the incident, but only after I'd changed into my high heels for his benefit!

There wouldn't be anyone available to come and take a statement until the following afternoon but I told him that was fine because I expected my business to have been completed by lunchtime so I could return to his bungalow to give my side of things.

Basil, who was very well spoken, turned out to be a writer and had authored many books, or at least so he said. He was a widower.

"It's been a good many years since a female has graced these premises with her presence and even longer since I've had one," he told me with a twinkle in his eye, while I walked the length of the room in my high heels for his benefit.

"I'm not surprised if you treat them all as roughly as you treated me," I told him, rubbing my backside ruefully.

"Nonsense, that was a mere tap. Drape yourself over my lap if you dare and I'll show you what rough treatment is really like," he challenged.

Basil was sitting on a straight-backed wooden chair and after a few seconds thought I surprised the guy by taking him up on it.

"Do your damnedest then," I challenged in my turn.

If I'd expected a similar scenario to the one I'd experienced with Sir DB, six years ago, I was quickly disabused of that when Basil began by yanking my skirt up over my bottom and my panties down to my knees.

"Nice shapely bum and with the added bonus of stockings," he muttered and began spanking me.

Light blows to begin with Basil's slaps grew more and more painful until I was literally screaming for him to stop. He took heed of my request but only after spanking me a further five or six times.

I was left feeling limp and when Basil said, "I wonder if that has made you wet," raised no objection when his hand delved between my thighs.

As if I would!

"Ah, methinks the lady doth protest too much, your cunt is sopping. You enjoyed it didn't you?"

With Basil fingering me and his thumb putting pressure on my anus I agreed the spanking had been exciting.

"Excited enough to accept an old cock up your young cunt are you?" he asked.

"Yes," I mumbled and he told me to speak up.

"Yes, I want you to fuck me."

"Slip your things off then but keep the stockings and sussies on."

I undressed and Basil did likewise, the speed in which he was naked making me realize that the walking stick must be pure affectation; he was as agile as I!

Basil possessed a rather large, uncircumcised penis which I eagerly took in my hand. With his own hands on my shoulders impelling me downwards I knelt and began licking all round the bulbous penis head.

"Hmm, that feels good," he gasped and said the exact same thing a moment later when I nibbled his balls.

I was sucking them then with Basil muttering incoherently and running his fingers through my hair.

Next I set to work on his penis in earnest, reaching up to stimulate the old guy's nipples while sucking it. Then I cupped his buttocks in my hands to squeeze the cheeks repeatedly as I took the entire length of his penis down my throat. Basil was practically apoplectic by this time as without realising I was doing it I was fingering his anus while deep-throating his penis.

It ended abruptly when Basil suddenly yanked me to my feet spluttering about how good I was at oral but he now wanted to reciprocate.

"Up on the table with you," he urged.

By the time I'd seated myself on the end of the table Basil had moved the chair into a position between my knees.

"Might as well be comfortable," he grinned before lowering his face between my thighs.

To my joy Basil proved to be brilliant at cunnilingus and I was soon gripping the edges of the table, writhing and shouting my pleasure.

Suddenly standing and pushing the chair away, Basil stood between my legs and when he drove his penis into me I sat upright to fling my arms round his neck. After a dozen or so thrusts he withdrew his penis and bent to suck my nipples.

"Put it back in!" I wailed when Basil seemed in no hurry to continue.

He straightened up laughing and before I realised what was happening lifted me from the table, spun me around, and pushed me forward face down over it. Next, and to my relief, he drove his penis into my cunt again. Gripping my hips Basil fucked me lustily pausing from time to time, whether to make it last longer or perhaps just to tease me I know not which.

Once it was over he withdrew and telling me to stay in position began spanking me again! I was like putty in the guys hands, making no effort to stop him even when his hand was replaced by a slipper.

Eventually though the slippering ceased, by which time my bottom felt on fire. I remained where I was, breathing heavily and gasping that he was cruel.

"Nonsense. You loved it," he replied while lightly stroking my inflamed bottom.

He eased the cheeks apart and in my semi-delirious condition I felt a dribble of spittle on my anus. Then he began fingering me there, initially with one finger but soon adding a second. I was whimpering while Basil drove his fingers rapidly in and out of my anus, soon asking if I 'liked a dick up this tight hole as much as you obviously do up your cunt.'

"Yes," I murmured remembering the pleasure and excitement I'd derived from having anal intercourse with Patrick six months earlier.

I took a shower in Basil's rather grotty bathroom before dressing and heading for my hotel, having discovered the location from him.

Returning to his bungalow the following afternoon I found a police officer had already taken Basil's statement. I gave my own version of events, including the car registration, after which the officer departed.

"What now?" I asked Basil with a smile.

"I think I know what you want."

"What would that be?" I asked.

"A good fucking; and you're going to get one."

Basil was undoing his cord trousers so standing up I began undressing.

"I'll have you bent over the chaise lounge this time," he told me, indicating the somewhat tatty piece of furniture.

"You'd like a good shafting over that, wouldn't you?" he added, seeing the eager way I was eyeing his erect penis.

"I like 'a good shafting', as you so delicately put it, anywhere," I replied, slipping my panties off.

So it was that we had intercourse with me bent over the end of the chaise lounge, after a satisfyingly long bout of oral sex. After fucking me slowly for a moment Basil paused and with his penis half in I felt the cold wetness of some sort of lubrication on my anus. Next he fingered me there briefly before removing his penis from my cunt to insert it in my anus instead. Though I yelled Basil's penis penetrated my anus with ease due to the lubrication and fingering which had preceded it.

"Ah this feels good," he breathed, lunging right over my back and taking my breasts in his hands.

This is even better than the anal intercourse I'd experienced with Patrick I thought as Basil bum fucked me steadily while stimulating my nipples. It seemed to last an age too and I experienced loads of orgasm's before Basil came, deep inside my anus.

Directly he withdrew I tumbled onto the chaise lounge babbling incoherently that it had been fantastic and I hoped he'd do it to me that way again if the hit and run went to court and I was needed as witness. Though later, telling hubby all about my experiences with Basil, I felt embarrassed to remember my hysterical words.

As it happened the driver of the car that had knocked Basil over was apprehended and promptly admitted his guilt so my presence in court as a witness wasn't required.

By year end I'd also enjoyed a couple of hotel encounters, neither of which warrant a story in its own right.

Seth was a guy I had sex with on two consecutive evenings in April. Not much older than I he wasn't anything special as a lover.

Owen was a guy in his fifties and the manager of a hotel where I stayed in November.