I was walking along the high street, minding my own business, on one Saturday morning, carrying two handfuls of shopping bags. All of a sudden and quite out of the blue, my Jean button popped open, and my huge dick swung free.

“Oh no I cried,” I was totally embarrassed and didn’t know what to do next.

Just then, I heard a voice saying,

“Come with me, my apartment is over there. I will help you.”

I was speechless. This stunning blonde lady was about to be my saviour from further high embarrassment.

Once inside her luxurious apartment, she took my bags from me as she dropped to her knees to take my shaft into her willing mouth.

“OMG, you’re so big and thick,” she mumbled with a mouthful of young cock.

Nosh, nosh, nosh, mmmmmmmm. I will let you imagine the rest.

I wasn’t ready to come yet. Therefore, I threw my lover onto her back and ripped her expensive-looking panties right off in a single movement.

As I thrust my engorged cock into her soaking mound, I told her, “Comply and obey me bitch.”

“Oh, yes, my master, anything you say,” she compliantly replied. “Big, strong men so turn me on. Fuck me, use me, my king.” It was all the encouragement I needed to give her a proper geezer's seeing-to.

We lay together in silence afterwards. She was my spunk bucket, and I’d filled her right up.

“You’re the best lover I’ve ever had. I want more, more and more of that monster cock of yours.” My new friend complimented me.

I was just wondering about doing her again when the doorbell went ‘ding dong,’ “I wonder who that is?” Blondie said.

“Erm, why not answer it and find out?” I replied.

A few moments later, Blondie returned to the room to introduce me to her friend, Betty.

“I’m so sorry she said, I forgot Betty was around today. Now she wants to join us. Is that ok, my king?”

“Of course, I said, get your knickers off and get over here.”

“Oh, not yet,” Betty replied. “We girls want to put on a full girl-on-girl show for you first.”

And that’s exactly what happened for the next half hour or so. I lay back and took in my own private minge fest. However, it was obvious they were both gagging for cock, despite pretending to be orgasming just with fingers and tongues only. I wasn’t fooled for a single moment.

When I was good and hard again, I called them both over to the sofa before telling them to bend over.

“Bish bosh, girls, here comes the big fella,” I teased them.

They both wiggled their bottoms and said in unison, “Me first, please, sir.”

“Plenty to go around, girls, don’t panic,” I reassured them.

I was true to my word as I smashed the Grannie out of the pair of them until midday.

They’d both enjoyed anal treats, the whole nine yards. I’d lost count of how many times each treacle had come. Six each, maybe more.

I knew, though, it was time to get home to the wife. She’d be worried, and my pie and mash would be getting cold.

“Please don’t go,” Betty begged. “You’re incredible, and we both want more.”

“Sorry, girls I said, you’re just being plain greedy now.”

“Awww ok Dickie," blondie said with pleading eyes. "Will you do us both again at the same time next week, though ?”

Now, being a gentleman, it would have been rude of me to say no. So that’s what I did. Every weekend for the remainder of the year. These two lucky ladies got a good rogering. And all because my jeans just weren’t strong enough to hold in my mighty mutton mallet.