The store starts new home visit girdle fitting service. And the lovely BBW hairy mature ladies only want a man to measure them
After a few months of working for Heather, the Fantasy Fuck Store owner, she approached me with a new offer.
“Ken I have received several phone calls from ladies who have got wind of your ‘personal services’ from their friends – you know how our clients like to show off – but the difference is that they admit to not being confident and would rather be encouraged rather than lead. They also mentioned that they had been told how much you cared, were polite and very imaginative, which I suspect the latter is foremost in their mind”. So, on the spur of the moment, I said that we are introducing a personal home service for girdle and lingerie fittings”.
This posed a dilemma for me. “Heather, as much as I am flattered, my concerns are – I fully understand that they want me help give them great orgasms but they actually do also need new lingerie and I don’t have the first clue as to measure for bras, girdles etc. Second, it can ages to find out what turns them on especially if they are passive to begin with. And third, I don’t want to lug a massive case of samples around.”
“Ok, Ken, I fully understand. What about when they call I ask a few questions before the fitting date is set up? Tell me what you want to know.”
“First, age, marital status, size, type of under ware, lingerie they wear now and what, if anything they would like to try, and lastly the tricky one. How can we ask them what turns them on or what they would like to try? Here’s a good answer. Why don’t you say that as this is a new service, you are going to produce a very limited and confidential catalogue for potential clients, to illustrate the products we provide? You know Heather; it has worked for me very well in the past. I find that every mature woman thinks them not lovely, beautiful. But I can capture the beauty and sex /fantasy desires in them encouraging them to talk.”
So it was agreed, and in three weeks Heather had bought me a high end 35mm digital camera, a simple light system and given me short course in measuring. I was all set.
First client.
Name – Cecily Rogers: Status – widow for 5 years; Age – 67; Size – 20/22 (not sure), Bust -34DD (but think she needs re-measuring)
Notes for phone call – says she is shy until knows people, goes to bingo, social club and drinks with girlfriends, misses her husband but feels guilty of meeting other men – although interested in exploring how best to improve confidence in doing so. Reluctantly agreed to participate in catalogue but stipulated she has final vetting.
Under ware current – All in one girdle – old fashioned. Willing to try newer type girdles – open to suggestions.
As my readers know, I have only ever been attracted to ladies who like showing off – or actively encouraging me to ‘help them sexually’. This was new – and a challenge.
One thing I do know is that every woman responds well to praise, flirting, and – and a helping hand.
Once in, of course Cecily made coffee and we sat down side by side on her well upholstered sofa. As she twittered on in a nervous way, I really looked at her. At 67 she was only seven years older than me. Her chubby round face had only a few wrinkles and it was what I call welcoming. She obviously cared about herself, proven by the makeup and hair style – a short cropped bob. And I noticed she wore a nice tight fitted dress, very flared and finished just below her knees.
“As I was saying, Ken” (bringing me out of my analysis) “this is all very new to me but I have heard a lot about you – all good you’ll be pleased to hear – and, I thought it was time to try something new before drying up and dying. I have never been measured by a man – is there any different or special way” you do it, Ken.
“Well Cecily unlike female fitters, my clients prefer my approach as I like things to fit that really enhances the female figure and that means rather than just looking to see if things are ok, I have intimately probe and feel they do as well. Is that ok with you”.
“Oh, that what’s what I call a very personal fitting? What’s next?”
“Heather told me that you wear a one-piece corselet which is these days rather old fashioned and inconvenient – even for ladies of your size”. Opening my case, I laid out a brand new see through gusset less spandex all in one body shaper.
“Wow, this are really different. But Ken, with my figure, it won’t keep everything in place. Look at me?
“Well, Cecily let me be best judge of that. First, if you’re not too embarrassed, take off your lovely dress and let me measure you, is that ok?
Standing up and turning round she revealed a really shapely bum, saying, “Ken, my friends told me I can trust you, so here goes – will you unzip me please?”
Just as I thought, a lovely BBW woman literally encased in a beige all in one, with old suspenders and stockings that looked like 50 denier. Boring, boring, and boring. Strange, that her under ware was so old fashioned compared to the lovely dress and make up on the outside. Mind you, the ancient hook and eye gusset did nothing to prevent her extremely hairy bush from sprouting out.
I then started to measure her. First her lovely tits – a generous 34 dd. Waist….. “Now Cecily, unlike other fitters, I like to measure a ladies thighs as it can affect the fit. Will you open your legs for me?”
Kneeling down, with my eyeballs a few inches from her bushy cunt, I ran the tape around nearest to her gusset, gently brushing her largish vulva and pubes. Then, with my hand on the gusset, I asked “surely Cecily this old fashioned gusset, must make things hard when you go to the toilet – and the staining – all that washing.”
“Yes, you are correct there Robert- and you’re right. Please don’t be embarrassed but look at how hard it is to undo them”.
Without a thought, she undid the four hook and eyes, leaving the gusset dangling and, with that I slid my hand right into her hairy crutch and casually said “Cecily, I knew it” and with hand still there said, “I think you should dispose this to history. Go, upstairs, take it off and come back with just yourself under a housecoat.”
She was beaming and from the feel of her mound, getting excited.
Ten minutes later, she was back. “Cecily, now I have to re-measure you to ensure everything is to your satisfaction”. With a slight hesitant look, she took off her housecoat and tried to hide her tits and fanny.
“Ken, this is really difficult for me”
“Ok Cecily, here’s what I see. You are a very pretty voluptuous woman, who would turn any man on. You have everything to be proud of. Look your boobs are a lovely size and, I must admit personally what is turning me on is your very hairy, and may I be as bold to say, fat protruding vagina. Look I can vouch for that”. Parting my legs, I fingered my hard cock.
Removing her hand from her fanny, “Oh Ken you’re just like my husband, he was a hair enthusiast too. He banned me from ever shaving down there. I am so happy”.
With that I could see all her inhibitions draining away. But before, the warm up measuring. With her standing stark naked, I started on her tits, drifting the tape around her nipples. “Cecily, look your nipples keep raising. Now why is that?” Then putting my hand on them, “I think these have grown too”. I estimated an increase to 36D.
Placing the enhancer in her hands, she looked shocked. “This is so light, it won’t hold me in”.
“It will, put it on”. Stepping into and rolling it up and over her tits, Cecily looked magnifcent.
“Who would think it, and look Ken, no more gusset. Now I can wear lovely knickers again.
She actually gave me twirl. “This makes me look and feel great. I am ready for the camera, Ken!
Cecily was a very accommodating model. After the shots for the catalogue, we had another coffee and reviewed the pics for her approval, which she gave willingly.
“Now Cecily, you said that your husband liked you hairy. Would you show me what turned him on about it.
“Ken this fitting has been really nice and, as you have felt, got me very excited, so I don’t see why not. But I must warn you, he was also a fan of talking dirty – filthy really – when he wanted to fuck me – and that’s the first word out of the way as we both know what we want, don’t we. So you sit where you are and I will sit over there. And tell me what you want me to do. I am happy for you to lead.”
Wearing just the see through body shaper, Cecily sat on chair just a few feet opposite me and demurely crossed her lovely fat thighs. “Well, you start”
“ Cecily, I hope you haven’t shaved that big fat cunt – let me see” Pulling her legs as wide as possible she pulled her labia lips apart saying “ Now I’ve got this lovely girdle you get a better look. You really love this hairy cunt, don’t you big boy and what about this – my fat clit.”
Sliding down the chair, she started fingering it, and boy it looked juicy. Taking off trousers and pants with my straining cock standing to attention I went over kneeled down and started tonguing her fat clit.
“That’s it lover boy, give my twat a good lick out”
I could feel more and more of her juice as I buried my head into her fat crotch. She orgasmed almost immediately and lifting my head up, buried her tongue passionately into my mouth.
“Ken, I have really missed this” pushing me to the floor and following on top, implanting herself on my engorged cock. “Now really fuck me, Ken”
It was over very quick, I was turned on so much, my cumming was very quick, but I was still hard.
Sliding off me, I said, “Cecily, as you are a really horny bitch, I want your arse. Is that hairy too?
“Take a look”, bending over on all fours, she puckered up her arse. “Go on, have a good feel of my shit hole”.
“Did hubby like it?”
“No, but secretly, I always used to stick a dildo up it, when fingering my twat. Now give me that cock”.
Her arse crack being well lubricated with cunt juice, made rubbing my knob end over it feel really good. Slowly, I pushed it in. “Don’t fuck around Ken, put it all the way in, ram it up. On that I shoved my fat 7 inches right in and continued to ride her until cumming buckets.
We needed a good rest but not before she asked me wash her as my sperm dribbled down her thighs. “Ken would you like to give me a good wash. Look at my lovely hairy cunt. It’s a mess”.
Holding my hand she led me upstairs to the bathroom and sat down on the bidet. With legs splayed wide I proceeded to soap and wash her hairy cunt and arse thoroughly. She returned the favour soaping and rinsing off my cock.
As I was leaving 3 hours later, Cecily remarked that the store had turned her sex life around and for the first time in many years, made her feel more confident and better about herself.
The end
