Even old, ugly men need to fuck, and when they do they can be very grateful. Hi, my name is Debbie and I’m a twenty-seven-year-old blonde, with a 36-inch bust, a curvy figure, and I make a good living from fucking older men. I advertise on the net and in contact magazines and have built up quite a following, especially as I go for men in their sixties or even older. I keep a ready supply of the ‘little blue pill’, and it does wonders for the older man’s ego if he can get and keep an erection long enough to satisfy me. Of course, even when sporting a tumescent cock, they often need me to take the lead and fuck them to a climax. Not all of my men are passive, take Ron for example, he’s in his mid-eighties and he has a fantastic cunnilingus technique. He likes to sit naked, stroking his cock, in the big old comfortable armchair in my bedroom and watch me remove my clothing – nothing fancy, just a woman in her bedroom taking off her clothes and folding them neatly on a chair. He likes me to ignore his admiration as I go about my business until I too am naked. Then I will walk over to stand in front of Ron, teasing a nipple with thumb and finger while rubbing my pussy lips for him. Meanwhile, Ron is in no rush, drinking in my tits and arse with his eyes and peering intently at my freshly shaven Venus. When at last his cock is hard and he is ready he orders me to sit on the edge of the bed with my knees apart, so that he can kneel between my legs. At first, he will rub his cheek against my thighs and then brush his lips across my pussy in a series of gentle kisses. By now my vagina is always wet and opening up ready for a long and delicious pussy licking. First, he slides his hands under the cheeks of my bum and squeezes and caresses my arse with fingertip firmness. Then Ron bends his face to my Venus and begins to lick and lap at my labia, slowing working up and round to my clit. Which he teases and sucks until it is hard and sensitive and exposed and which becomes the centre of his concentrated licking. He will energetically tongue my clitoris, licking and lapping and sucking, building me up towards an orgasm. All the while he will keep on kneading my bum and even from time to time slipping a thumb between my arse checks to brush against my anus. When I can take no more I fall back on the bed, which is his signal to lift my legs onto his shoulders and to push his face hard against my vagina. I know he wants me to squeeze his head between my thighs and to hold his face hard against my pubis so that his tongue can probe and prod my pussy. So I do and for all the world it feels just like a tiny prick fucking my cunt, pushing into and out of my pussy in a series of fast, short, stabbing actions. He pulls his hands from under my arse and pushes two fingers into my sopping wet cunt as he licks and stabs at my straining clitoris. He widens his fingers inside me so that my cunt opens, sometimes he adds another finger, or swaps over to his thumb – I think he is working towards fisting me, but neither he nor I am ready for that just yet. So for now on he goes just licking and rubbing my labia and clit, until I finally climax in a genuine orgasm. My legs shudder and then squeeze tight around Ron’s head so that he can hardly breathe, but even so, he keeps his tongue and thumb working inside my pussy. I know that this is the moment that he will start to masturbate furiously with his right hand, and I know to keep up the pressure of my thighs, holding his head rammed against my pussy until I feel him buck to his own climax. Only then will I release him from his pubic prison, my pussy juices smeared over his face and lips. Never once has Ron tried to fuck me, not like Jim who always tries, but fails leaving me to straddle his Viagra-induced erection and to fuck him senseless. Jim never gets me off, but once I feel him ejaculate, I fake an orgasm. That way I know he will be back for more.