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On one occasion, Brian, the owner of the strip club where my friend Gemma and I occasionally entertained, tentatively asked me if I'd be interested in visiting three older men together in one of their homes. I wasn't sure about the idea until Brian told me that all three men would be at least seventy. One of them, called Ernest, was a regular at the club and had expressed having a bit of a crush on the two young student girls.

'He's a lovely chap. He can be a little coarse and crude, but I guarantee he will pay you handsomely if you give him and his friends a good time. He specifically asked for either Gemma or you, ' Brian explained.

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'How much is handsomely?' I questioned suspiciously.

'He's known to be generous. I'd say you'd receive at least a hundred quid from each for just opening your legs for them.'

'Is that all they want?'

'Anything else you could arrange during further visits if the initial one went well, ' Brian continued. 'Why not give him a ring from my office and chat things through. I have his number.'

The following Saturday, I drove my car into an unfamiliar part of the city for my first meeting with Ernest, Alexander, and Bert. In my conversation with Ernest, he said he and his friends would love me to dress like a harlot. I had laughed at the old-fashioned term but agreed to the request.

Under my long raincoat, I wore a boob tube and short, tight-fitting running shorts. I hoped the garb would suffice.

When I found the address, I parked the car as requested on the driveway and went to ring the doorbell. A tall, smart older male opened the door before I reached it.

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'Hello Rachel, ' he said, 'I'm Ernest. We spoke last week on the phone.'

As soon as I saw him, his house and his friends, any misgivings vanished. Apart from the fact that I, as a twenty-one-year-old student, was going to have to provide sexual services to three old-age pensioners, I had no fears.

Ernest immediately offered to take my coat, and all three men seemed very happy at what they saw underneath.

I have always been interested in people. At school, biographies were always my favourite books to read. It did not matter whether the accounts were about politicians, scientists, financiers, film stars, singers or sports stars; I just enjoyed reading about the lives of other people.

I decided to break the ice by asking all three men about themselves. I was amazed that they pretty much told me their individual life stories. I did find it strange sitting on a settee opposite them, drinking tea and eating biscuits while listening to their tales, dressed only in my boob tube and shorts.

After two cups of tea, several biscuits and an hour of learning about their backgrounds, I asked what they wanted to do that morning.

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'What do you mean?' Ernest enquired.

I was a little taken aback by his lack of comprehension.

'I thought you wanted to have sex with me?' I questioned bluntly.

'Oh, we do, yes, we'd love to. But would you be willing for us to make love to you?'

I smiled at the way Ernest spoke about 'making love.'

'Brian, at the club, told me you were coarse and crude, ' I laughed.

'I can be, and if you want me to be, I'll happily oblige. I was just trying to be a gentleman. I did not want you to run out because I'd frightened you or something.'

I smiled again, 'I don't scare easily, ' I responded. I could see that none of the older men knew how to proceed, so I boldly took the initiative.

'Brian told me you all wanted sex, and I'm happy to give you that...'

'If we are happy to pay, ' Ernest responded before I could finish.

'Well, err, yes.' Now it was my turn to be embarrassed.

'Don't worry, luv. Brian told me you came from Scotland. I knew you'd be a canny girl and want to count the pennies. Yes, we all want to fuck you. Can I use that word?'

'Yes, you may, ' I smiled again.

'Well, how does five hundred pounds sound to allow the three of us to fuck your pussy. I know it's asking a lot. Our combined ages come to just over two hundred.'

My mouth must have fallen open in total surprise. Ernest looked crestfallen.

'Is it not enough?' he questioned, 'Or are we too old?'

'I'm sorry, but I never expected to be offered so much from you. That's a lot of money.'

'Oh. And we thought it wouldn't be enough, ' Alexander said, joining the conversation.

'Look at it from our point of view, ' Bert added, 'We are all just over seventy. Two of us are widowed, and one is divorced. We have no sex life anymore. We are not short of money, and to be honest, meeting someone as gorgeous as you... well, we are happy to pay for the honour.'

'Thank you, ' I responded, genuinely flattered. 'It's a done deal. Now, where do you want to fuck me?

That was the start of a 'relationship' with these three men that lasted nearly two years. On this first occasion, what they first wanted was for me to be naked and to feel me all over. They ran fingers through my hair, over my breasts, between my thighs and down my legs.

$\"\"$

Once they had taken their fill of feeling me, they politely asked me to lie on my back and spread my legs. As I waited, they drew lots to see in which order they would take me.

I closed my eyes as the winner approached, lowered his trousers and pants and, after smearing lubricating jelly on his erection, sought to position it into my pussy. I assisted him by guiding him with my hands.

'Thank you, ' he said as it slipped into my waiting orifice. When he was in position, he grinned down at me. 'This is good, ' He said as he began thrusting, slowly at first but building in intensity.

I reached behind, gripping his posterior, which he seemed to appreciate. Quicker and quicker, he thrusted, not as roughly as younger me but hard enough. I tightened my legs around him to provide more friction. It worked as he suddenly collapsed in sheer pleasure of having fired his cum inside my cunt.

He quickly rolled off to allow the next of his friends to take his place. He, too, was hard, not rock hard like a twenty-year-old, but good enough for someone seventy-plus. He had already lubricated himself, and I felt him slip his dick effortlessly between my parted thighs.

'Thank you, young lady, for allowing us to do this, ' he whispered, his face nearing my ear, 'We are so grateful.'

My second visit, three weeks later, turned out to be nothing but the three men reminiscing with me about their lives. I was discovering that I had to be a good listener in this line of work!

The only sexual activity that day was that I had to sit and listen with nothing on. Occasionally, I would cross my legs only to be asked to uncross them and sit with them open.

$\"\"$

After I had heard about wives, jobs, homes and families, I was asked to tell about my life in Scotland, and they especially wanted to hear about my sexual preferences. The latter part seemed to really excite them.

As I was dressing, Alexander spoke up, 'Rachel, we are all old men. None of us has ever tried some of the things you have just told us you enjoy. If we paid you, would you be willing to teach us a thing or two about other types of sex, along with some bondage and discipline?'

I looked at the three men, a little shocked. 'Do you really want to do anal on me and learn how to bind and whip me?' I questioned.

'Yes, we do, ' Bert replied, 'But we fully understand if you'd prefer the company of young hot studs. We are so grateful you have spent these two sessions with us. I don't think many pretty young ladies your age would have been interested in meeting three old guys like us.'

Without needing to think about an answer, I smiled and asked, 'When do you want me to visit next?'

I never realised that teaching could be such hard work. I thought I would begin with the basics, oral and anal sex, and then move on to some BDSM that they might enjoy. I decided to keep things simple, so I thought I'd go with bare-handed spanking and take a pair of handcuffs for them to use.

On my next visit, I explained that I would perform oral sex on them and that when they were ready, they could give me a bukkak, something they had never heard of previously.

I took off my top so that my boobs were exposed, but deliberately kept my short, tight skirt on. I thought the partial-naked approach might appeal more, given the anticipation of what was not on show.

The three men were amazed as I knelt before them and started undoing their belts and braces so that I could access their prized possessions. Like the men themselves, these were a little more wrinkly and worn than most cocks I had encountered previously, mostly from my peers at the university.

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I pulled all three pairs of trousers to the men's knees and followed with their Y fronts. As I did so, I thought about how different these plain white briefs were from the tight-fitting designer labels most of the young men I met wore. Once these, too, were around the men's knees, I commenced work.

I took one cock in my mouth and worked the others with my hands, ensuring that all their balls were suitably massaged. I could feel all three harden as my hands and mouth worked around them. I kept looking up with wide-open eyes like a puppy dog looking for a reward from its master. I also knew that this location placed me in a submissive pose and the three men in a dominant position.

'This is soooo good, ' one of the men stated.

'It's fucking hot having a university student to fuck us, ' another added.

'Unbelievable, ' the third added, 'You're a fuckin hot wee lassie alright, ' he said, trying to imitate my Scottish accent.

I licked, sucked and stroked until the first one took over to provide a more rigorous stimulation before firing over my face. It took the other two little time to follow suit.

Next, I was asked, still cumfaced, if I would allow the men to lick out my pussy. Anyone reading will know that three men over seventy years old are unlikely to make someone nearly fifty years their junior wet with desire or come close to orgasm. It just does not happen. I'll be honest, I met them solely to please them, and my reward for doing so was that they kindly and considerately paid me well to do it.

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However, as I lay back and opened my legs wide on the bed, exposing my natural, unshaved and untrimmed pussy I could feel a slight dampness building as I considered what they wanted to do. As soon as Bert commenced licking and probing with his tongue deep between my clit I knew I was becoming wetter.

This effect did not bother me. I wanted the men to have the best time they could, and if I could provide an orgasm for them, that would be the icing on the cake. The three men took about five minutes each as they swapped places and enjoyed exploring my pussy with their tongues, sucking it with their mouths and biting my hair with their teeth.

It took longer than usual, but I knew if they kept up the pace, I was going to orgasm. When it looked as if they were tiring, I encouraged them, 'Keep going, keep going, please, I love it!'

They did, and finally, the tsunami that is an orgasm spilt out from inside, shocking all three as I climaxed with a shout of joy and trembling body on the bed.

$\"\"$

Ernest, Alexander and Bert all looked pleased as punch at this unexpected interruption to their play.

'Wow, ' Alexander stated, 'It's a long time since I've seen one of those.'

'Me too, ' Bert chipped in, 'Did we do that to you?'

I smiled as I nodded, my eyes still closed, savouring the last dying vestige of the moment.

'Incredible that three old boys like us can produce something like that in a hot young woman like you, ' Ernest concluded.

It was on a subsequent visit that Bert asked if I had ever done any escort work.

'In what way?' I enquired.

'I mean accompanying an older man, or in my case, a very old man, to a social event?'

'I have never been asked before.'

'Would you think about it?

'I'd think about most things, ' I laughed, 'especially if it involves money. I am from Scotland, after all.'

'Would you think about it if it meant entertaining the men in some way?'

'I think I feel a dodgeball coming round the corner, ' I replied, intrigued by his strange request.

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'I've been thinking, ' Bert stated, 'The three of us are members of an all-male club, and twice a year, we have a get-together for a meal and a few drinks. There are usually around a hundred men who attend; however, the numbers decline each time due to age, sickness and death. The organisers usually lay on some after-dinner entertainment. In the past, we have had a magician...'

'He was useless, ' Alexander chipped in, 'All talk and poor tricks.'

'Yes, it was funny when his white rabbit escaped from under his table, ' Ernest added, 'The poor critter was terrified running around the room.'

'I agree, ' Bert interjected, taking up the story again, ' He wasn't exactly a David Copperfield, Paul Daniels, or David Nixon, was he?'

'More like Tommy Cooper, I should say, ' Alexander added, 'He certainly gave us all a laugh.'

'Who is David Nixon?' I enquired.

'Sorry, Rachel. He was a bit before your time. He was a magician. Always on the telly back in the sixties. Very good too.'

'Oh, ' I replied.

'Apart from the magician, we have had singers, impressionists, comedians and some celebrity talks. It was decided that the latter cost too much last time, so real celebrities are out, I'm afraid, ' Bert explained.

'Don't tell me, ' I butted in, smiling, 'You're wondering how a stripper would go down?'

'How did you guess?' Ernest asked with a look of surprise on his face.

'I couldn't understand what I had to do with an all-male club unless it was to take my clothes off for them.' I smiled in response.

'I'd have to put it to the committee for approval, but... What do you think?'

'I don't think the committee will approve the idea of a young university student coming to strip for them, ' I giggled, 'But you can ask anyway.'

Therefore, it was a surprise to me that a month later, I found myself parking in the car park of one of the city's best hotels, about to go in and perform my striptease routine. All the men that would be in attendance were aged seventy plus, the majority of whom would never have experienced a stripper before. I was somewhat apprehensive, to say the least.

I was wearing, as requested, a long flowing dress, more of an evening gown, of quite exquisite design. I had recently been told about a specialist charity shop in the city that took all branded and quality garments. It charged more, but you came away with a three-hundred-pound dress for about twenty. This blue velvet and black lace affair was my first purchase.

I had been told that I was to go for dinner before my performance. I had wrongly assumed this would be provided at the hotel restaurant. I was therefore astonished when I was ushered up to the top table of a private function room to join the chairman, secretary and president of the club.

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After sitting down rather red-faced, I gazed around to find my friends. I spotted them sitting together at a table to my right. All three acknowledged me as I nervously caught their eyes.

'Are you really going to, err, strip for us tonight?' The president inquired.

'That seems to be the general idea, ' I replied, smiling back.

'But you're so young?'

'I'm twenty-one, ' I explained.

'That's young compared to me.'

'I take it you're only going to let us get a little flash of your boobs, ' the chairman interjected.

'I was planning on doing my whole act.'

'What's that entail then?' the chairman asked, seemingly a little nonplussed at this new revelation.

'Me dancing, well, a sort of dancing, and stripping fully naked.'

'Good heavens!' the chairman exclaimed, 'You mean you want to remove everything?'

'I thought that's what we had agreed?' I stated.

'Yes, but Bert, Ernest and Alexander only told us you were young pretty and would strip. We just presumed they meant your top half.'

'If that's all you want?'

'Good grief, some of us might end up having heart attacks if you start cavorting naked around the room, ' the secretary joined in for the first time. 'Mind you, personally speaking, I'd love to see you dancing naked.'

'I can just show my breasts if you wish; however, this is a one-piece dress, so it will not be quite so easy. I might just have to take it off and leave my knickers on.'

'I think that's a good idea, young lady, ' the president agreed, 'At our ages, something like this could be fatal.'

I saw the programme for the night for the first time. At the bottom was written, 'Guest of Honour -- Rachel McClean - Entertainer.' I smiled to myself. These dear older men were indeed in for entertainment once the meal had finished.

Considering the age group, I had decided to try stripping to a Glen Miller jazz number. I felt that anything from the Beatles to the present-day groups would not work. I think I chose correctly.

When the time came, the secretary stood, and after giving a rather long and rambling speech about the club, its members and aims, he finally introduced me.

'Gentlemen, ' he announced, 'Today to entertain you, we have a delightful young Scottish lass, Rachel McClean. I'm pretty sure you've never seen anything like her before. Please give her a big welcome.'

As I stood up, hands clapped, and cutlery was banged on tables.

As the hullabaloo died down, I stepped up to the CD player. 'Do any of you like jazz music?' I enquired.

'Yes!'

'Do you like pretty girls?'

'Yes.'

'Can I combine the two?'

'Yes.'

I started the CD commenced swaying to the music. The piece was called the 'Volga Boatman' and featured a mix of slow, provocative music and something a little catchy.

I had practised all week and knew exactly what I intended to do when it came to play. A friend at the University kindly spliced the track together, making it twice as long. I had nearly seven minutes to get naked.

I think it took perhaps the first three minutes before any of the men were actually aware of what I was doing as I cavorted from one table to another. I occasionally undid a button on the front of my dress until my bra was in plain sight of all. I sensed a sudden excitement from everyone.

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The dress dropped to the floor just as the track commenced replaying. In just a bra and panties, I skipped, danced, walked, and pirouetted in time to the music until I removed my bra as the tempo increased.

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Once again, cheers and table banging rang out as my little boobs became visible. I moved from table to table, ensuring that just about everyone got a good eyeful before the music finished.

As the sound died away, I came to a graceful conclusion, standing in just my panties as applause rang out.

'What about your knickers?' Someone shouted.

'Yes, let's see you fully naked.'

'The full monty!'

'Get 'em off.'

I looked at the three men on the top table who were smiling back at me in embarrassed silence.

'Up to you, ' the chairman said.

I restarted the CD and resumed dancing. This time, I took time to twirl my hips while lowering the front and back of my panties, but always replacing them. This action seemed to have the desired effect as wolf whistles rang out around the room.

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As the crowd's enthusiasm buoyed me, I placed a chair next to the table where I had been eating. Using this as a step, I climbed onto the table before the astonished dignitaries for the culmination of my routine.

I don't think any of them expected me to drop my knickers and provide them with such a vivid and intimate view.

Now, as the music ceased for the second time, all the men got to their feet and, clapping, cheering and whistling, beckoned me to their tables.

I walked over and allowed them to place eager hands on various parts of my naked body. I could almost feel the excitement of these older men as they felt my skin, tits, bum, pussy and legs. They were so turned on, I thought they might lay me on the carpet and take me there and then.

It took a while for me to visit each table and ensure that every man who wanted to had been allowed to enjoy some part of my body. Finally, I walked back towards the top table, retrieving my dress, bra and panties on the way.

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'My word, ' the secretary announced as I drew closer, 'We have never had an after-dinner guest as popular as you.'

'I've been thinking, ' the president said, ' Would you be happy to lie on our table with your legs apart for us? I thought the men might enjoy coming up and taking a closer look, and if you were okay, letting them have another feel of your body in that position?'

The table was cleared in next to no time as I took up the desired position, legs spread as wide as I could, hands behind my head. This pose provided easy access to my breasts and, by now, my moist pussy.

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For another hour, I lay there, often with my eyes closed as hands groped and fingers explored my prone body.

The excited chatter and often rude comments told me the men were thoroughly enjoying themselves.

When Alexander, one of my three 'friends', came to stick his finger into my fanny, I decided it was time to up the ante.

I had been struggling to control an orgasm that had been steadily building inside for about half an hour. One of the reasons I had closed my eyes was to imagine that the hands groping and the fingers poking belonged to different actors I had seen. I was not, therefore, being used as a plaything for dirty and naughty older men but as an object of lust by rich, handsome and desirable hunks. The effect on my body had been almost instantaneous, and I had fought to contain what I knew would eventually break out - a full, uninhibited orgasm.

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As Alexander prodded an area he knew better than most, I decided it was time to let go. The decision had astonishing effects on the majority of the men as I groaned, moaned, slithered and shook before the gaze of the surprised company.

'How in the world did you do that, Alex?' Someone questioned.

'Sensational.'

'Incredible.'

'Fantastic.'

'Amazing.'

'So sexy.'

As I came off my pleasure cloud and floated back to earth, I realised that Alex was now the centre of attention. The men closest to him were looking at his tie with a sense of wonder.

'How did she manage that?' Someone asked.

'I thought only men could do that?' Another added.

I realised what had occurred. I had squirted - female ejaculation - and the shot had hit Alexander's tie. He was chuffed to bits.

I left the hotel feeling that my little show had been quite a success despite some initial reservations. I also had a sneaky thought that I might not have heard the last from some of those in attendance. I was right.

A week later, I received a call from a somewhat flustered-sounding Ernest.

'Rachel, when are you due to visit us next?'

'A week Saturday, ' I replied, as long as you still want me to come?'

After my first couple of visits, I set up a system with the men: they phoned to confirm a week prior to our next session and again the evening before. I wanted to ensure no one could accuse me of taking advantage. The plan worked well except on one occasion when they forgot to call on Friday night, and in consequence, I didn't turn up the following day! They never missed a call after that!

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'Yes, we want you to come; of course, we do, ' Ernest sounded a little hesitant, 'Um. Could I ask you something?'

'Yes, of course?'

'Since your after-dinner entertainment, Alexander, Bert and I have been inundated with requests for your phone number. We have also been asked if some of the men could join us to, err, well, how do I put it...?'

'Have sex with me?' I giggled.

'Yes, exactly.'

'How many?'

'About ten more. They are all willing to pay?'

'Where would they want to do it?' I questioned, still laughing.

'I guess at one of our houses. I've not actually thought about it.'

'Do they want group sex with me or to take me individually?'

'I don't know Rachel, ' Ernest replied, sounding a bit agitated, 'I guess individually. When you reach our stage in life, you become much more self-conscious.'

'I think ten guys traipsing into your house one after another to visit a young female university student might cause a commotion with your neighbours, ' I suggested.

'Too true. They'd think I'd opened a brothel.'

'Let me ask Brian at the club if I can use one of his rooms. That will suit the purposes much better. Do these men just want sex or some bondage and spanking thrown in?'

'I think, ' Ernest announced solemnly, 'They will have no other thought than to just fuck you up your pussy. Most, like us three, will never have heard of BMS or BHS or whatever you call it.'

'BDSM, ' I corrected.

The final count was fifteen brave souls, all wanting to tackle and tame the wild Scottish lass who had provided such a tantalising show. Thankfully, Brian agreed to allow me to use one of his rooms. I arranged three dates with five men visiting each at hour intervals. That gave me plenty of time to become intimate with them and let them do what they wanted.

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I was surprised that one or two asked if they could smack my bare bum. I think they were pretty surprised when I acquiesced and offered it to them.

On my next Saturday morning visit to the three men, I had to provide a complete, very detailed account of who had done what, where, and for how long! Alexander, Bert, and Ernest were so engrossed in my account that the whole three-hour session passed without even taking my clothes off. They were even more surprised when I refused payment from them, as nothing had happened!

Between my studies, coursework, lectures, my job at the club, and entertaining other clients, I accompanied these three men either together or singularly to the cinema, theatre, restaurants, and nights in hotels. They were all, always, perfect gentlemen to me.

They again asked me to teach them a little about my bondage fetish. I was at a loss as to where to start. I was still only a relative beginner myself, learning more as I bumbled along, discovering more with each encounter.

After my last efforts with them, I agreed to take one item with me on each visit and allow them to use whatever it was on me. This provided hoots of fun for us all as they stared, googly-eyed, at such implements as Clover Clamps, Floggers, Speculums, Handcuffs, Canes, Whips, and a Tens machine I had recently purchased second-hand.

'Who said that you can't teach an old dog new tricks, ' Bert enquired on one occasion as he prepared to flog my back as I lay face down and bound to the bed. When he started using the flogger across me, it was clear to all that teaching old men new tricks would not be easy.

$\"\"$

His first attempt missed me completely, landing gently on the bed next to me.

'It's shorter than I thought, ' Bert announced with unabashed charm, 'Can I try again?'

He did. This time, he tickled my back as the ends of the many leather straps lightly brushed my skin.

'Oh!' Bert exclaimed this time, a little embarrassed. 'I missed again. I'm not cut out for this. I don't think I could ever be a Dominic.'

'We can all see that, ' Alexander contended. 'And I don't think that's the right word either. Here, let me try.'

'I think you mean a Dom, someone who is dominant, ' I added, looking up from my place of confinement on the bed.

Having also missed, Alexander blamed my position!

'The problem is that it's a double bed, ' Alexander explained.

'It's a King-sized bed, ' Ernest corrected, 'It's bigger than a normal double bed!'

'That just exaggerates our problem, ' Alexander continued. 'You see, Rachel is bound in the centre, and we are standing at the side. This flogger thing is only about two feet long; it needs to be much longer. When we swish, we miss. She's too far away, the leather strands are too short, and none of us wants to really hurt her!'

He was undoubtedly right about the latter point. The three men took great pains to ensure that I was not unduly pained! Anytime I cried, grunted, or shook due to their actions, I was asked if everything was alright. My older friends were not cut out to explore the world of BDSM in any great depth.

The three men did enjoy placing me across their knees and giving my bottom a barehanded spanking. As time went on, they got to enjoy this event more and more. On one occasion, I turned up to find a girl's school uniform lying on the bed.

'I thought it might add some reality if you wore it, ' Ernest explained.

'Where did you get it?' I questioned, looking at the white blouse, blue jumper and gingham knee-length skirt.'

'There's a uniform shop not too far away. It supplies all the school uniforms around here. I went in there and bought it.'

'Didn't they ask any questions, ' I retorted.

'Yes, they wanted to know which school and who it was for.'

'Whatever did you say?'

'I pointed to the one I liked and told them it was for my granddaughter, who was fifteen and a size eight.' Ernest smiled sheepishly.

'I laughed out loud as I lifted it from the bed and put it on.' It fitted perfectly. 'Would you like my hair in a ponytail or two pigtails?' I asked?

'Two would look great, ' Alexander replied.

When I was ready, I skipped into the lounge playfully.

''I'm so sorry for being so bad, ' I confessed, 'I know you will have to punish me, but please do it kindly.'

The men enjoyed greatly lifting my skirt, removing my knickers and spanking my bum. Although none of them ever spanked me hard, I always left with a red bottom and a tingling feeling as I sat in my car to drive away. No doubt introducing an authentic uniform added a lot to their enjoyment of our times together.

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All three were willing to experiment with me and enter into my world of cuffs, chains, canes, clamps, whips and willows. It was evident, however, that they enjoyed pure sex more than anything. Placing their semi-rigid manhoods inside my warm pussy was what brought them the most delight.

Although we tried the fun, to me, of cold baths, clover clamps and even on one occasion tabasco sauce, it was plain sex they most desired. They adored using my pussy, with me either in the missionary position with my legs open or on my knees to be taken from behind. Occasionally, they asked me to perform long blow jobs for them.

Despite their ages, I found visiting them a delight and always looked forward to providing those real gentlemen with a bit of sexual pleasure.

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