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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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Those of you that have read along to this point will know the themes are mostly about sexy older women with full voluptuous figures. However, in this installment, our hero has a brief but unfortunate run-in with a mean male jailer… and a little unplanned cocksucking! If this offends you should read something else. As always all characters are over 18 years of age. All players are consenting adults.
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Since I started working at the Saint Ophelia Retirement Village my life has been perfect. Anyone who feels like I do about busty old grandmothers will understand. Every moment of every day I am surrounded by a buffet of desirable loving older ladies… literally, all I can eat!
Tall and willowy or short and stout, women in their sixties, seventies and eighties – dozens and dozens of spunky old firecrackers from all walks of life, beat a path to my door every day – all looking for that special care and attention they know I provide.
There are huge fat bums squeezed into tight-fitting Lycra gym shorts. There are massive breasts hanging loose in low buttoned blouses. There’s large hard nipples popping out of tight cotton T-shirts. And there are formal events to look forward to – glamorous ball-gowns with deep cleavages, or sheer pleated skirts and cashmere sweaters. When it’s warm there’ll be light sexy sundresses galore, the wearer laughing gaily at a stray breeze blowing her skirt up, flashing her thighs and her wide panty covered arse (like Marilyn Monroe in The Seven Year Itch).
And then there’s the pool… god almighty the swimming pool in summer is breathtaking… but that’s another story…
My desire for these amazing old women is insatiable. The days and weeks and months have become a marvellous sexual blur. I’ve found sexual reserves I didn’t know I possessed!
The Reverend Mother is responsible for everything. Her master plan is to restore the flagging libidos of all older ladies – first in our village and then I guess the world!
After all this time here I still don’t know how it all works. All she asks of me is to be at peak performance at all times. I eat hearty every day in the cafeteria for breakfast and lunch, surrounded by doting old grandmothers vying for my affection and there’s a list of invitations a mile long for home-cooked dinners – glorious old ladies who want a little loving for dessert… a kiss like she used to get when she was young… a snuggly second base grope on her lounge as we watch telly… and hopefully a long slow fuck… from a young man who can’t seem to get enough of her lovely mature body.
At night, when I finally get to bed, I lie awake reliving the gorgeous women I’ve been with that day. I adore them all so much that, even after a dozen of the old dears, I still have to jerk off before I can get to sleep… maybe remembering the way old Mrs Maclan sucked my cock or old Mrs DeFoe who prefers me in her asshole…
“Do you mind dear?” she’d say. “The normal way is just no good anymore…”
When dawn finally rolls around I can’t wait to get up and do it all over again. Every morning there’ll be two or three beautiful busty old gals sitting on the bench outside my massage room, waiting expectantly for me to arrive, like teenage groupies outside a rock-stars dressing room.
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THAT FUCKING BITCH
But nothing lasts forever. The beginning of the end of my perfect life started one morning with Nurse Adams.
Maybe the only drawback of my job is having to spend every day working with a bitch like her. The awful slut pisses me off something severe.
She is one of those women who has a very clear idea about what is her due and only ever seems content when she’s winging about some perceived affront – usually something I’ve done – and if for some reason I don’t fuck her, at least once a day, she goes fucking bananas. Her normal shityness goes up to a whole other level.
Our normal day to day interaction fluctuates somewhere between mild dislike and hateful loathing. To me, she personifies everything I hate in a woman. She’s loud, she’s stubborn, she’s opinionated and stupid. To her, I guess I’m just a big blonde moron with no morals, no manners and no culture.
It wasn’t for our incredible sexual chemistry, one of us would have killed the other long ago. For some reason, that I can’t work out for the life of me, I can’t wait to get my hands on her. It’s not just her voluptuous body, there are oodles of sexy curvaceous women here. It’s definitely not her character, she’s a right pompous cunt… but there is something about her that drives me crazy and she must feel something similar because she is always absolutely desperate to get my cock inside her.
For a while now, Nurse Adams has been my personal assistant and has taken on the responsibility of casino siteleri organizing my calendar and keeping me on schedule. Running my workday (if you can call it that) is a job she seems to relish. I guess being in charge of my diary she can ensure that, no matter how many old ladies get my big cock through the day, she is always first.
This morning I was running late. I had stayed overnight with Mrs Bluxum and Amanda and neither wanted me to leave. (Retirement Home Massage Therapy Ch. 05)
By the time I got to the waiting room, I was already an hour late. Gladys Potter, (my 9o’clock) rose expectantly from her chair.
“Ah… there you are Johnny dear,” she gasped excitedly. “I know I’m a little early but I’ve been so looking forward to seeing you… I’ve been useless Johnny, absolutely useless to anyone since last time… “
“I’m really terribly sorry to keep you waiting Mrs Potter,” I gushed, ducking under her eager outstretched arms. “Please… please take a seat and I’ll be with you as soon as I can.”
The lovely old woman sighed irritably but retook her seat. As I stepped inside, I caught a glimpse of her frustrated, lust-filled stare, watching my arse as I closed the door. She’ll be on fire by the time I finish with the nurse, I thought happily.
Nurse Adams was yelling at me before I’d closed the door.
“GOD,” she screamed. “Where have you BEEN?”
“Yeah… well good morning to you too nurse,” I muttered. “I’m just a little late for christ’s sake.”
“A little late…? A LITTLE LATE…? It’s past 8.30… it’s a bloody HOUR LATE.. I’ve been goin’ bloody bonkers!”
“I’m sorry Nurse Adams,” I replied stiffly, trying to think of some plausible excuse. “It was… I had to… There was a meeting…
“Well… it’s not… it’s not bloody good enough,” she whined in that pompous British accent she has.
My busty, middle-aged colleague, leaned back against the massage table and pulled her pale blue uniform up over her plump belly, showing me what she’d been doing in my absence.
The nurse’s panties were gone. Eight long lacy white straps – four per chunky cellulite leg – held sheer brown stockings to a very non-regulation white garterbelt, stretched over her potbelly. Her big meaty cunt was wet and spread open from where she had been masturbating herself. She spread her chunky legs apart and ran her pale white fingers back and forth through her forest of curly black pubic hair… her index finger gliding between her inflamed pussy lips…
“I’m a blasted mess…,” she gasped, “because you decided to sleep in…
“I… I… had to… I had to… there was an early meeting…”
I started babbling and found I couldn’t stop. The slut had begun our morning routine without me again. My big cock hardened, tenting out the front of my pants.
“It’s not… not good enough,” she sighed staring at my growing bulge. “I can’t… I can’t… function with… without it…”
Before my wide-eyed gaze, Nurse Adams pushed three fingers into her cunt and dragged the damp digit up over her large hard clitoris… swirling her juices around the little protruding nub.
“Mmmmmmm…” she moaned. “I… I need it boy…”
The pink inner workings of her pussy were juicy wet…
She watched me with that look of abject lust I’d grown familiar with – like a sleepy sneer – as I fumbled clumsily with the drawstring of my yoga pants…
“Hurry up you bloody fool,” she gasped. “What are you doin’? Just put it in… god, you’re so slow…”
My big thick nine-inch cock sprang out in front like an arrow pointing at its destination. Gasping with lust, my pants hitched down around my thighs, I stumbled toward her, holding my dick in one hand and my pants in the other.
“Hurry… for god’s sake… hurry,” she demanded in her harsh angry tone, like a wife who wants the trash taken out or the lawn mowed.
Fuck what a nagging cunt, I thought to myself. The nasty bitch is getting more sex than she’s had in her life… regular hot fucking with my monster cock. You’d think she’d be more grateful…
I stood between her chubby legs, cock in hand, and ground the head over and around her wet gaping hole… precum oozed out of the top, adding to her juices… She was so wet her juices literally coating my knob like a glaze…. dripping off…
The horny bitch gasped as I teased her, gripping my muscular upper arms
“Mmmmm, oh yessss, boy” she groaned desperately. “Do it… do it… push it in…”
“W…what’s the magic word Nurse?” I gasped.
“Ooo god… PLEASE… PLEASE…”
She put her hands on my waist and, using all her strength, tried to pull me inside her…
I held it back a little longer just to piss her off… then just pushed the tennis ball sized head in.
“ALL IN… all in… you bloody bastard!”
I wanted to provoke her more but the velvet warmth between her dripping wet cunt lips was too much for me to resist. With a firm motion, I drove it all the way güvenilir casino home… burying my huge knob, balls deep in her cunt…
“OOOOOH YESSSS,” she sobbed.
Our fucking method is always the same, a steady rhythm, quick and efficient. I held onto her shoulders and she held my waist and we rutted like animals. The stupid sex sounds we make seem to make perfect sense. Harsh clipped commands are followed without question… slower… faster… harder…
It’s always like this with us… a team sport. There’s rarely any proper foreplay. Foreplay requires affection and neither of us has any of that… didn’t need it anyway. We are perpetually in heat around each other. Like children in a playground, who innocently think being nasty is the way you get the attention of a prospective boyfriend or girlfriend, we treat each other like shit and fuck each other senseless.
Hard and rough I pounded her juicy cunt. As we got closer to cumming we found each other’s lips…. the point of climax is the only time we ever show affection to each other. As our bodies gyrate against each other I held her hip with one hand and kissed her deeply, the other hand on the back of her neck, pressing her lips passionately against mine.
We’re so good together we can fuck like this ages but…
Moaning and groaning into each other mouths she wrapped her legs wrap around me in a pincer… her hands grabbed at my butt, pulling me inside her… she dug her nails in…
The slut was gonna cum….
I pounded in and out, faster and faster and faster, sweat dripping from my forehead leaving wet marks on her uniform bib… I could feel a huge load of jitze broiling in my balls…
The real magic began happening inside her. As she orgasmed that amazing cunt contacted, gripping me like a velvet glove, tightening up on my cock. She started to scream into my mouth and I answered, a loud unintelligible yowl, like a radio blaring but not tuned in properly…
…flexing her pelvic floor she literally milked the cum out of my balls. It squirted deep inside her as we slobber passionately over each other’s faces, our tongues deep inside the other’s mouth… squirt, squirt, squirt, squirt, squirt…
Finally, I had to let her go.
“It’s always so good with you Nurse Adams,” I muttered, overwhelmed by the sudden rush of affection I was feeling for the awful woman.
“I know Johnny,” she panted, running a shaking hand down over my six-pack stomach to where we were still joined at the crotch. “I… I don’t think I could live without you in me anymore… I can’t get enough of you baby…”
It’s only in these brief bittersweet moments after we’ve fucked each other’s brains out that our mutual dislike mellows. For these few seconds, we seem to be able to shower each other with adoration.
Pulling my used up cock out of her wonderful cunt we straightened ourselves up so we could start our day.
“All ready nurse?” I asked kindly, giving her my biggest warmest smile. Maybe this time the affection would stick…
“Of course I am,” she snapped. “It wasn’t me holding us up!”
Well, we’re back to normal, I thought. She turned away and I opened the door to my first patient of the day. I had no idea this was the last time I would ever welcome a client into my Massage Room.
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JESSICA
“I’m really sorry Gladys,” I gushed as I burst out into the waiting room. “Nurse Adams and I were unavoidably…
I pulled up short. The tall, powerful-looking lady in the waiting room was not old Mrs Potter as I’d expected. It was a long horse-faced woman with artificially plumped up lips that gave her a sour ‘cats bum’ pout.
“I sent that other woman away,” said the stranger briskly.
I tried to respond – look her in the eye and say my piece – but her body made me mute. I found myself rudely looking this strange creature up and down like she was a racehorse I was going to bet on.
What a daunting sight she was! So bizarre looking I could not tell how old she was. It could have been anywhere between fifty and ninety. From the top of a mountain of smoky grey-white hair piled up high on her head (just like Marge Simpson) to the high pointy heels of her leopard-print, knee-length boots – she must have stood nearly seven feet tall!
The freaky looking woman was wearing a stylish steel grey business suit, jacket and skirt, that looked expensive. It might have fitted her when she was thirty or forty. Now, her aged, curvaceous body seemed squeezed into it like meat in a sausage. There were light rolls of fat pinched in the fabric around her wide hips and huge breast strained out of her blazer top… gigantic tits that formed a deep dark cleavage that I couldn’t tear my eyes away from.
You look like you could afford an outfit that fits lady, I thought as the aged amazon pushed rudely past me and strode inside like she owned the place… which it turned out she did.
“Who the hell do canlı casino you think you are?” I spluttered, following her in like a leaf caught in the wake of a cyclone. Her body was really awe-inspiring. Wide hips and strong looking thighs in a tight skirt, shapely calves in black stockings, and those high heels that helped make her at least a foot taller than me. She moved in those stilettos as gracefully as a cat.
“Nurse Adams call and let Mrs Potter know there’s been a mix-up. If she would come back we…”
“There will be NO CALLING ANYONE,” said the woman in a loud authoritative voice that left no room for arguments.
“I… I… I…” I stuttered…
“I am Doctor PROSTAKOV! I am the CHAIRWOMAN of this establishment,” she proclaimed. Her sentences seemed to be ending on a screaming UPNOTE!
“I am your BOSS young man. You will DO AS I SAY!” she screeched, daring me to doubt her.
The angry retort I was working on, died on my lips when she took off her jacket and turned to hang it on the back of the door. The huge arse she revealed were mesmerizing – huge butt cheeks stretched her skirt to breaking point. The material looked like it had been sprayed on – the outline of her knickers was clearly etched through the stretchy material.
When she turned back to face me, I completely lost my train of thought. Her white blouse top could barely constrain her huge breasts, DDDD at least. Large hard nipples stuck out through the thin, almost transparent fabric, revealing she was not wearing a bra. Her magnificent breasts seemed to be defying gravity like they were full of helium.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away and I knew my mouth was hanging open. She cannot have walked around in public like this could she?
Know that I’d had a chance to study her face I saw that Dr Prostakov was much older than I’d first thought. Certainly older than her voluptuous body would have suggested. The telltale signs were the old lady turkey neck. She had to be in her seventies at least. The sallow, marked skin of an old woman sagged down from a face that was deeply lined.
For all that I thought she was still super sexy. For me, age is never a barrier to sexiness and this woman was ticking all my boxes. She had the look of a pompous rich aristocrat, used to getting her way, which it turns out, she did.
Nurse Adams had the phone in her hand but was caught unaware when the big woman literally snatched it from her grasp and slammed it down hard in the cradle.
Getting right up in her face she screeched, “NO PHONE CALLS I SAID!”
The nurse and I both jumped and looked at each other in shock. What the hell was this? Who was this crazy person? The Reverend Mother had never mentioned any board of overseers.
“I d… don’t know who you are lady but you can’t come in here like this and you had no right to… to send my client away,” I said as firmly as I was able (though I sounded like a kid). “We are n… not answerable to you no matter who you… you say you are!”
“I’ve got every RIGHT,” she said roared. “He can’t possibly be this stupid can he?” I heard her whisper, talking to herself under her breath.
Turning away she walked up to the two-way mirror wall that divided the room and rapped smartly against the glass. Looking between her cupped hands she made a ‘come here’ gesture to The Reverend Mother who she must have known was on the other side. The nun was often in there, the voyeur’s paradise on the hidden side of the glass from where she filmed the raunchy goings-on here in the Massage Room. I began to get a bad feeling about all this. She knew about the mirror so she’d know about our movies…
Moments later The Reverend Mother came busting through the door.
“H… how can I help you M… Mistress,” she said in a fawning tone that I had never heard from her before.
“Tell this idiot boy WHO I AM,” said the doctor. “He has a DELUSION that you run this place!”
“I gave them no warning doctor… please don’t be upset,” she said hurriedly. Turning to me she said, “Johnny, you need to do as she says… you as well Nurse Adams. It is only for today and it’ll be over before you know it!”
“THAT’S RIGHT,” screamed the crazy woman, staring me down. “I’m your BOSS.”
What would be over? I wondered. What’s going on here?
The doctor was still ranting, getting closer and closer… spit started to splatter against my face…
“How do you suppose this nun got the APPROVAL for all this IDIOT BOY?” she asked. “Have you any conception of the COST?…or the approvals that had to be PURCHASED and laws that had to be BROKEN?”
Rhonda looked downcast and Nurse Adams was cringing under against the verbal onslaught we were receiving. I knew instinctively that what this bitch was saying was true.
“I OWN YOU BOY!” she raged, her apoplectic face just inches from mine, saliva splashing warm and wet onto my face. “I DO WHATEVER I FUCKING LIKE!!!”
The look on my face must have reflected her madness back at her because she suddenly snapped back to sanity.
“I understand and support The Reverend Mother’s plans unequivocally,” she said calmly, nodding to the nun in a conciliatory way. “But there should be no mistake about who is the final authority here. Am I right Reverend?”
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