I was the last customer in my local after a lock in. It was one in the morning and I was wondering whether to go home and have a wank or phone one of the dirty slags who left their phone numbers next to the johnny machine in the gent’s bog.

I watched as Christine, the landlord’s young wife moved around the bar picking up the glasses and bottles. I felt my cock twitch as I eyed her pert young tits under a pink silky top and her round firm arse as she bent down and loaded the dishwasher. The landlord Frank was well into his sixties but Christine was twenty-three. She had daddy issues – but if the rumours were true – Frank’s nine-inch cock did a lot to keep her interested.

I drank up and headed to the bog for a piss. Christine’s nubile body had me semi-hard and I’d decided to pick up one of the phone numbers and empty my bollocks up some cheap whore’s cunt.

As no one was around, I pissed all over the floor. I loved the dirty feeling it gave me and I started pulling at my rapidly hardening prick as I took a card with a crudely drawn pair of tits and a number on it.

As I opened the door, I stopped still. Christine was on her knees in front of the bar giving Frank a blowjob. The rumours were true and Frank had a massive thick nine-inch prick, which Christine was slathering with a hungry pink tongue. With one hand, she squeezed Franks’ hanging balls while the other was pushed firmly down her knickers frigging herself off while she sucked Frank off.

Frank didn’t see me – his eyes were closed in pleasure as his young slut wife gobbled him with her hot mouth. But Christine clocked me and gave me a sly wink as she worked her tongue along Frank’s knobbly shaft.

“Oh fuck yeah baby!” Frank groaned “I’m gonna cum!” and with that his bell end exploded with spunk and he squirted cum all over Christine’s lovely upturned face and hair.

Christine came too as Frank shot his load, her hand pumping hard deep in her panties.

“Jesus honey that was good” Frank said, pulling Christine up and caressing her tight round arse. “I need a kip after that – you OK to lock up?” Christine nodded and I heard Frank making his way up the stairs as I emerged from the bog and crossed the empty bar towards Christine. My prick was throbbing in my jeans and hungry for cunt.

“You enjoy that?” Christine smirked as I drew near and eyed the bulge in my trousers as the spunk dripped off her chin. “I know I did – you watching got me so wet – see?” She pulled her panties down and kicking them off her foot picked them up and handed them to me.

They were tiny, black and lacy and soaked through. I lifted them to my nose and breathed in deeply the smell of Christine’s slippery wet cunt.

Christine dropped to her knees. “Let’s see what you’ve got” she leered as she expertly loosened my belt and jeans and yanked them down. My rock hard prick sprang out into her face and she smiled and put her hand around my shaft beginning to wank me.

“Fuck me – you’re really gagging for it aren’t you? Well don’t worry I’m so fucking turned on you can do what you want to me”. With that, she opened her sweet full lips, engulfed my shiny bell end in her hot wet mouth, and started sucking me off.

“Come on baby - what do you want?” she breathed between mouthfuls of my prick and hairy bollocks.

“I want you to piss in my mouth” I gasped, “then I want to fuck you up the arsehole”

“Dirty boy” she purred, “You want to drink my piss?” I nodded. “Help me up on the bar,” she said.

I cupped her gorgeous arse and lifted her onto the bar. Christine spread her smooth white thighs and gave me an eyeful of her swollen and completely shaved pink snatch. Reaching down she opened her wet cunt and a hard glistening little clit popped out. She was wet through and like a bitch in heat.

“Open wide” she said – I knelt just below the level of her cunt and opened my mouth. A stream of golden piss erupted from her wide spread cunt and into my eager mouth. I swallowed as much of her warm piss as I could, loving every second of her pissing all over me. I started wanking my prick and the pre-cum oozed from my bell end and lubricated my prick – I was going to need it nice and slippery.

“Oh fuck that was so dirty” Christine moaned “I’m gonna cum”. She pushed two fingers deep in her cunt and I leaned forward and liked the piss off her flaps and sucked her hard little clit as she had a shuddering orgasm.

“Mmmmm” Christine purred and I pulled her off the bar onto a stool and tongue kissed her deeply while groping her firm young body.

“Now for the arse fucking” she panted and with that she turned around and leant across the bar stool, legs wide apart and her wonderful firm arse high in the air and level with my aching hard on.

I knelt down first and gave her a good arselicking, slathering my tongue on her puckered arsehole and plunging it deep inside until she was as slippery as I could make her.

I stood behind her and pushed my knob on her tight little hole, grabbing her hips I pushed hard and felt my prick open her sphincter and plunge deep into her tight shitter.

Christine gasped, “Oh fuck yeah, fuck the shit out of me”, reached round, and frigged herself. I was so fucking hard and dying to cum I started banging her up the arse hard and fast, my bollocks slapping on her cunt and my prick gripped tight by the muscles of her arsehole.

Very quickly, a wave of hot lust ran through me and my prick swelled up as I was about to cum.

“Oh fuck, cum up me! Spunk your load up my dirty arse” Christine’s fingers were a blur as she brought herself off and as I felt her arse grip my prick in orgasm I finally let go and with one last balls deep thrust right up her arse I spunked my wad deep inside her hot hole. I came so much my shaft was slick with it and gobs of spunk ran down Christine’s leg.

Finally, we had both cum hard and long and Christine sat up on the stool and I kissed her deeply before I left, throwing the whore’s telephone number into an ashtray on my way out.