Two-Bit Whore

I was making my way around the bar, just talking to people when I came upon this couple. Although obviously together they were sitting, separated by the corner of the bar. There were plenty of empty seats so it was by choice.
Both in their 70’s, him showing his age more so. She was probably a looker in her younger days but those days were long past. Later I would find out that they started as friends, then lovers, but he stopped performing so….
I said something about the stack of quarters she had in front of her and she said, “I’m just a two-bit whore.” I jokingly said that I would pay more and she asked, “How much more?” I said, “Five or ten dollars depending on the quality of the service.”
She asked were I lived and when she realized it was a good twenty-minute ride, she said, “Too bad, too far, but if you were closer.” I told her I had a pass to the county park less than a mile away. She said that would work and that they were going to leave soon and if I was serious, I should meet her outside.
Ten minutes later she got into my car, she reached for the seat belt and I told her, “You called yourself a two-bit whore, I guess I should treat you like one. Pull down your pants.” She did as she was told and as I pulled out of the parking lot I reached over and started rubbing her pussy through her panties. She was already wet.
On the little five-minute ride, she told me that the old guy couldn’t perform anymore and sometimes she just wanted some dick and was glad I offered. She also said I didn’t have to pay.
It was early fall and getting dark. Warm enough to be comfortable but cool enough to keep the bugs at bay. I parked near the archery range, grabbed a blanket out of the back and we walked to the elevated platform. The platform is about 10x15 feet and 20 feet or so off the ground. There are no lights so no one could see us.
We got to the top and kissed, as I slid my hand down her pants to rub her pussy some more. I ran a finger into her and was not surprised that she was loose and wet. But that was ok because pussy is pussy.
I undid my pants and sat down on the bench, putting the blanket on the floor and guiding her to kneel on it. Without hesitation she took my hard cock into her mouth and started giving me a pretty decent blow job.
After a few minutes I had her stand up and moved the blanket to the bench where I had her kneel and grab hold of the rail. I buried my cock into her sloppy pussy and started pumping away. She was rocking back and forth riding my cock and making little noises of enjoyment. There was enough light that I could see to slid a finger into her ass. She was surprised by that but kept the rhythm going.
I pulled my cock out and ran it over her ass, before sliding it back into her pussy. A few more strokes and I pulled out again and without warning, I shoved it into her ass. She gasped as the head of my cock was forced past the outer ring of muscle, but she immediately picked up the rhythm again and started moaning. She pushed back against me hard and I felt little spasms as she climaxed.
A few seconds later she picked up the rhythm again and quickly climaxed again. When she started rocking again, I could feel her legs shaking. She looked over her shoulder and said, “I can’t take much more of this!” I answered with, “I’m about to cum.” She said, “Please don’t cum in my ass.” That was all it took to send me over the top and I pulled my cock out of her ass and shot my load onto her ass and the gape
She stayed kneeling for a little while before turning and sitting on the bench. She worried that she might be too weak to walk to the car as I took the blanket, wiped off my cock and pulled my pants up. After a couple of minutes, she stood up and pulled her pants up and asked me to take her home.
I dropped her off in front of her house and watched her walk up the sidewalk, pausing at the stairs before going up and into the house. Before she got out of the car I gave her my number just in case she needed some more action in the future.