0 comments/ 89606 views/ 14 favorites A Dirty Old Man By: Ariel797 Jack Muncie was 54, a traveling salesman, divorced twice, no kids. Make that - a successful traveling salesman. Very. For the past two years, his territory had increased, and so had his sales. His demonstrations of computer set-ups for offices was his strength. "Don't know how you do it, Jack!" said his boss cheerfully, smacking him on the back. "But keep it up!" And of course, Jack was a self-proclaimed dirty old man. He'd met Heidi online two years ago in a chat room. To his own amazement, he had actually agreed to meet her offline. If she was really everything she'd claimed – if she was really 21 – if she really showed up... And she had. "You know I'm 54, kiddo," said Jack, stirring his coffee. He looked over at the table at her. She was about 5' 7", soft brown hair cut in one of those retro bobs he'd seen in magazines, with the points by her jaw longer than the fluffed up part in the back. Skin that was pale; shaved crotch; slender with a flat stomach, narrow waist, large firm breasts. Jack knew. He'd seen her naked in their hotel room. He'd been amazed at that, too. He called her kiddo, but she'd shown him her college ID, driver's license, the teaching certificate she'd gotten. Now she was going part-time to grad school. To be a principle someday. Jack wished he'd had a principle like Heidi when he'd been growing up. And she really did like older men. Lucky him. Two years ago, they had met infrequently. She was nearing her second birthday since they'd known each other. A year ago, they had met at "their" place, the hotel where Jack had first stared at her over his coffee cup. "I might not get back this way for a while, kiddo," he'd said. He stirred the coffee, just like he had the previous year, staring at it. "Sales are – not so good." Heidi was a good listener. And smart! She had listened, suggested, and they had planned. And now Jack had more people working for him than anyone else in his division, with expanded territory, bigger sales – his boss was thrilled. So here they were again, ready to start out for the summer. Heidi only spent part of her summers visiting home. She liked to travel. She liked new things, new places. She was asleep in the seat next to him, Jack driving carefully down the highway in the dusk, watching the exit signs. Almost there. They'd be staying in Marsdale. "Hey, sweetness, almost there!" Jack said softly. She murmured, moving slightly. He reached over and patted her thigh. She smiled, grasped his hand, and pushed it up under her dress. He chuckled. "Not soon enough, eh?" She stretched and yawned. Jack kept his hand on the inside of her thigh, making the turn off the exit with his other hand. Heidi pulled his hand up higher until he cupped her crotch. "Nope. Not soon enough." The hotel suite was beautiful, overlooking the pool. There was a small kitchen area, a living room, and two bedrooms. They settled in for the night, Heidi stripping slowly in front of Jack. He felt his cock harden, watching her. His little traveling slut. She danced around the room slowly, swaying, moving closer to him, finally straddling his chest, her legs on either side of him on the bed. He reached up with one finger, flicking her clit. "I need more than that!" "You need rest," he said firmly, and reluctantly. She pouted, but agreed, snuggling into bed next to him. They slept. The next morning, Jack left Heidi sprawled on the bed. He made his way to the Marsdale plant, going over his sales pitch in his head. It went well. Russ Overmeyer and Delancey Smith were old acquaintances. They listened carefully. They ate lunch, discussed, looked at samples. They made plans, and Jack left, eager to get back to the hotel. Heidi was there, waiting for him. She was beautiful, dressed in a red Chinese silk dress, tight, a high neck that buttoned at the throat in Asian style; capped sleeves across the top of her shoulders, bare arms. Tiny buttons down the front of the dress, which went nearly to her ankles; slits along the sides to above each knee. It looked modest. She was naked underneath. The silk was so fine that, with the least encouragement, her nipples would protrude, popping against the fabric, and others would see. They went off to a restaurant, sitting at the back in a corner booth, the soft glow of candles lighting their faces and the table. Music played gently in the background. Russ and Delancey entered, looked around. Jack waved them over. "Well well well! The delectable Miss Heidi," said Russ. Jack smiled. Heidi extended her hand, demure. Delancey was awkward. It was his first demo. "Have a seat!" Jack waved them to the other side of Heidi. Russ slid in first. He'd met her last year. He looked down at Heidi's dress. "Still not wearing anything underneath?" Russ asked. Delancey gawked. Heidi grinned and shook her head. Jack laughed. "You know Heidi." "Yep." They ate, savoring the food, then the four of them went back to the hotel room. Heidi disappeared into the bedroom, ignoring the one she and Jack shared, and the men sat in the living room. They talked about sales. Delancey seemed nervous. Jack turned on the TV, found the music channel, and let it play softly. He closed the curtains overlooking the pool. Heidi returned after a few minutes, and the talking ceased. She had stripped and was now wearing little rings through her nipples. She wore a soft black leather collar that fit high under her chin, a D ring in the front. Her makeup was stronger, bolder, more seductive. Around her waist was a small chain, with a second chain looped so it hung in a wide, low U shape across the flat of her belly. It swayed when she walked. She'd told Jack that it felt good against her skin. She was wearing his favorite black lace stockings, held up by a garter belt, another favorite of his; the clips holding the stockings had little black silk bows. He loved that. She was wearing black leather half boots with 3 inch stiletto heels. Around her wrists and ankles, Heidi wore leather cuffs, a D ring on each one. She had also used the thigh belts tonight; black leather, they strapped snugly against the tops of her thighs, putting slight pressure on her skin, and rubbing against her crotch when she walked. Each strap had a D ring as well. Russ stood up. Delancey stood as well, fumbled slightly, sat, then stood up again. Jack laughed. So did Heidi. She walked over to Delancey, now her height with her stiletto heels, and placed her arm around his shoulders; picked up his hand, and moved it across to her bare bottom. "Like that?" she asked. Delancey nodded. He couldn't talk. "Hey, I want to touch too!" said Russ. Heidi laughed, picked up one of his hands, and placed it on her crotch. He cupped it, rubbing with the heel. She leaned into it a little. "Oh man," whispered Delancey. He was still frozen in place, his hand on her bare bottom. She giggled. "Do you want this filmed?" Jack asked Russ. "Oh man!" Delancey said again, louder. "Filmed?" "Oh yeah," said Russ, grinning. "She loves it. Don'tcha, babe?" Heidi nodded. "Yep." She moved Delancey's hand up to one of her breasts. He held it awkwardly for a moment, then squeezed a little. She laughed. "Then you can watch it again and again." They sat in the living room for a while. Heidi sat on Delancey's lap a little, facing him, her arms around his neck. "Don't you want to suck my nipple?" she purred. She leaned up, moving a breast in front of his mouth. He looked at the other men. "Come on, you can do it," she encouraged. She kissed him, then gently opened his mouth with a finger and thumb. With her other hand, she guided her nipple into his mouth. "Now just suck on it a little – yes – that's it – good." She pushed a little more of her nipple into his mouth. He sucked harder. His hands gripped her bottom, spreading it apart a little. "That's good," she said softly. "Good." The other two men were quiet, breathing harder, watching. Delancey had forgotten them. He moved his mouth to her other nipple, flicking the small nipple ring with his tongue. She arched her back a little. His fingers crept up some, pulling her bottom apart a little more, the tips of his fingers brushing against her anus. She panted a little, pushing against him some more. "Hey, save some for me!" said Russ, jokingly. Delancey looked up, startled, remembering the others in the room. He blushed. Heidi got up, kissing Delancey before moving to Russ. "And what part do you want first?" she asked Russ, one hand sliding behind his neck. He flicked a nipple ring with his finger, then trailed it down her belly. He moved his hand around, his fingers together and pointing down, pressing slightly against her crotch. His fingers dipped in slightly. "I want some of this." She sat on his lap, her back towards him, then brought up her arms and crossed them behind Russ' head. She spread her legs on each side of his, and he pulled his own apart, widening hers. His mouth nibbled at her neck. One hand cupped a breast, the thumb playing with the ring; the other hand dipped down, gripping her clit firmly. She squeaked a little, then moaned. "Oh God," said Delancey. He was still blushing, but his hand was on his crotch. "It's all right," said Jack. He smiled at Delancey. "She likes that we're watching." Delancey nodded. He could feel his cock, tight, pushing on his pants. Russ played with Heidi for a while, teasing her, pressing his fingers against her pussy, then tugging on her clit. He finally pushed a couple of fingers inside her, and she whimpered. "She's ready." "She's always ready," corrected Jack. They went into the room Heidi had gone into. "Here's our demo!" said Jack brightly. The room was lit only by dozens and dozens of candles, softly glowing, flickering and throwing shadows into the corners. "You want yours filmed, right?" Jack asked Russ. Russ nodded. "Oh hell yeah. Are you going to do more of what you did before?" "Yep." Jack finished setting up the camera, nodded at Heidi. She lay on the bed, face up. Jack motioned to Russ to help him. They strapped her spreadeagle to the bed, Jack making her scoot as close to the bottom of the bed as possible first, linking her cuffs to bands she'd already fixed on the bedposts. That was why Jack always checked out the kinds of beds first. Fancy rooms could have fancy bedposts. Jack pushed a pillow under her hips. He pulled out a flogger. He'd put on a mask. Heidi smiled at him. Jack ran the butt of the flogger down her chest, between the breasts, down to her legs. She lifted a little. "Not yet, honey." He tapped her clit with the flogger's handle slightly. She lifted her hips again. Jack turned to the two men. "See how eager she is?" He brought the flogger down on her clit then with a thwack. She stuttered a moan, excited. He smacked her pussy several times with the flogger. The men watched. Delancey was clutching his cock through his pants. Jack next pulled out a small silk pink ribbon, threaded it through her nipple rings. He pulled them together, then up to the D ring on her collar. "Doesn't that hurt?" asked Delancey. "A little," Jack admitted. "But she likes it." He checked the thigh belts. They were snug, but for this, he tightened them another notch. He unfastened the slender chain around her waist, then fixed a black leather belt in its place. He deftly pulled it tight, telling her to suck in her breath. She did; he pulled it another notch tighter, then flipped the three notches into place. The belt pulled her waist in even more, making it smaller. At one point, he picked up the flogger again, rubbed the handle on her clit, smiling at her. "You are such a tease," she whispered, smiling at him. He grinned. He checked that she was spread as far apart on the bed as possible; she was. The pillow under her hips kept her open, slightly arched. He ran a finger along the lips of her pussy, causing her to shiver. He used a small whip next. He flicked it delicately over her legs, her breasts, the nipples. She cried out once, shivering with excitement, tugging at the ankle and wrist straps. Jack laughed. He swung again, catching her clit with the whip, strumming against her pussy with the leather until she moaned. She was heaving against the straps by now. "She's making a lot of noise," Jack announced cheerfully. "Who wants to make her be quiet?" Russ volunteered. He'd been waiting for this. He shoved his pants down, stepping out of them. His cock shot out and up, thick, hard. "I'll shut her up." He got on the bed, legs on each side of her chest, knelt. Jack moved the camera around, focusing it on Russ' cock, Heidi's breasts. Russ rubbed his cock between her breasts, sliding it between the hot flesh where her breasts had been cruelly pulled together by the nipple rings and the pink silk ribbon. He slid his cock back and forth. "Oh man," he moaned. He pulled his cock from her breasts and rubbed the tip against her mouth. "Open for me, slut." She smiled, flicked her tongue against the edge of his cock. He groaned. "Open!" She opened her mouth, and he slid his cock in a little, teasing her. "Ok Delancey, you're up," said Jack. Delancey looked nervous. "Both of us? At once, I mean?" "Yep." Delancey shoved his pants down, almost falling over. He jerked them off and threw them aside. He leaned forward on the bed. His cock was almost hurting, it was so hard. A drop of cum was already on the end. He looked up at Jack. "She's clean. And we know you are, too," said Jack. Ah. So that was why Russ had – now it made sense. Delancey relaxed. He started slowly, but Jack stopped him. "She likes it hard and fast. A little rough. Don't be afraid." Russ was pushing his cock into her mouth. He'd forgotten the room and the others. All he knew was her mouth on his cock. He shoved deeply. Behind him, Delancey had forgotten his own nervousness and shoved his cock inside her. Heidi moaned against Russ' cock, making a pleasant vibrating feel on his skin. The two men worked her, Russ fucking her mouth, Delancey fucking her pussy. When they were done, spent, panting, they watched as Jack kept filming and applied clamps. He clamped her clit with a harsh alligator, looped another pink silk ribbon through a small hoop on that clamp, then threaded it up to the nipple rings. He unhooked her wrists, pulled her to the edge of the bed, then tied her wrists again, adding chains so it would reach the wrist restraints. He pulled her legs up and tied each to a bedpost at the foot of the bed, spreading her wide. Jack tied a cloth gag around her mouth, muffling her moans. He pulled out a small flexible rod, whacking her on the insides of her thighs and against her clit, again and again, then smack the lips and tender skin alongside the clit, over and over, until her hips jerked and she lifted up, up, meeting the rod, moaning against the cloth on her mouth. Jack wouldn't stop until she came twice. "That's my good slut." By then, Russ was ready again. He pummeled her with his cock, pushing in and out, heaving, the bed jerking with his weight and thrusts. He fucked her. Delancey was next, eager this time, rougher. Heidi moaned and bucked, pushing up, meeting them. "You see?" said Jack, when the two men had cleaned up. They looked at Heidi, still tied to the bed and gagged. "She really likes it. She really likes nothing more than a good gang bang." He reached over, stroking her pussy with two fingers. She twitched, pushing against him a little. "She's ready to go again." "Man," said Delancey. "How many do you think she could take?" "I've seen her with three at one time," said Jack. He was on his computer now, making copies of the digital film for both men. They watched as he replayed one part of it. "Look at her face," said Jack, pointing at the screen. Heidi had a blissful look on her face, with Russ' cock in her mouth and Delancey's in her pussy. "She could have a few more tonight, easy." Delancey whistled softly. He and Russ got their copies and left. Jack returned to the room. "Another great sell, my beauty!" he said gleefully, rubbing his hands together in mock glee. He grinned and removed her gag. "Now you," she said. "You sure?" "Yes!" Jack laughed and fucked her, slowly at first, reaching up and pulling on the pink silk ribbons. He lifted up on the ribbons at one point, just as he shoved hard into her. She shuddered and came, squeezing around his cock. He undid the ribbons then, staying inside her, then held her breasts in his hands while he finished fucking her. That night, when she was curled up against him, naked as always, he kissed her. "And you're sure you like a dirty old man?" he asked softly in the darkness. She slid a leg between his, pushing her pussy against his thigh. "Yes." He sighed happily. Tomorrow was another demo day. A Dirty Old Man This is a story about a woman who finds dirty old men very appealing. As a young girl, still innocent, however of legal age of 18, I met a man that changed me forever. He was a much older man, seventy eight actually, and we had a sexual relationship for quite some time. Now a grown woman, with much more experience and knowledge I still feel a quiver when the possibility of reliving that part of my life presents itself. There are several senior communities in my area and from time to time many of the locals will hear about an elderly person who may need assistance with the daily chores of living or just some company now and then. I offered my time and I was asked to contact Mr. Charles Graves, an 81 year old man who no longer drove and was becoming somewhat of a recluse. I was asked if I would give him a call and set up a visit. I called Mr. Graves and told him who I was and that I thought I might come to his home and spend some time with him. I had met Charles before and he was not what you would call a pleasant sort of fellow. He was a pudgy little man, bald except for a few grey hairs. He wore glasses, and had few teeth if any. He had large hands and thick long fingers that always made me shudder when I saw them. Charles was known as a grump. During my call he told me there was nothing he needed and I said I would come and just keep him company for awhile. He reluctantly agreed and we decided that I would stop by the next day at 10:00AM. The next morning I got up early and showered. I choose a very pretty blouse with a nice neckline and very soft fabric. I thought a skirt would be nice and I picked a black slim fitting little thing. I have always been complimented on how lovely my legs looked in a tight short skirt. My goal in visiting Mr. Graves was to bring him back to enjoying life. Perhaps an attractive woman, dressed to emphasize her best qualities might do just the trick. I am a very well endowed woman. My 44DDD's needed good support but I liked pretty things so I picked up a nice lacy number that lifted my lovely melons and gave some beautiful cleavage in a sexy red, and of course I had matching panties. I dressed and took a look at myself in the mirror to make sure I was all together and I was pleased with my choices. I did notice that because the fabric of my blouse was thin you couldn't help but see my very large nipples. The cold morning air had perked them up and they were at full attention. Of course it was also something else. The idea of visiting Mr. Graves was exciting me. I guess I just couldn't hide my secret. Oh well it was a secret so I really had nothing to worry about. I combed my hair and checked my face and although I didn't wear makeup I never left the house without lip gloss. A dab of lightly tinted gloss adds a slight fullness and glisten to my lips. What man wouldn't want to kiss a mouth that asks to be kissed? I glanced at the clock on my nightstand and I knew it was time to leave. The ride to Mr. Graves took nearly twenty five minutes, a little longer than I thought so I was about ten minutes late. I pulled into the driveway and as I looked towards the house I thought I saw someone at the window. I opened the car door and didn't realize my skirt had ridden up my legs and exposed most if not all of my thighs. As I put my leg out of the car my skirt went up even more and with my legs spread, one out and one in, my crotch was in clear view. The person at the window couldn't help but get a good look. I stepped out of the car and pulled my skirt down. I walked up to the entry and was ready to ring the bell when the door opened. Mr. Graves was standing there and I must admit I was surprised to see that he wasn't fully dressed. He had on a white tee shirt, boxers, black socks and slippers. "Good morning Mr. Graves, how are you?" He looked somewhat annoyed so I walked into the house and waited for him to close the door behind me. "You're late, you said 10:00AM, and I thought you weren't coming so I took off my good clothes, no sense in getting wrinkled just sitting around." He closed the screen door and I heard a click and figured he locked it, then he closed the front door and he locked it and put the chain on."Can't be too careful these days with break-ins and all." "Oh, I completely understand your right to make sure you take every safety precaution." "Well, now that you're here we might as well sit down." Mr. Graves walked passed me and motioned to me to follow him. We walked thru his sitting room and I was surprised to see a magazine lying on the floor next to the chair that was entitled "Big Jugs "and a picture of large naked breasts. I immediately felt a twinge of excitement. We walked into the kitchen, it was clean and tidy except for sink full of dishes. Mr. Graves picked up a cup from the table and walked over to the counter and poured some coffee. "I made this fresh this morning, you want a cup?" "No thank you, I'm not a coffee drinker." He walked over to the table and sat down in the chair. "Well, how are you doing Mr. Graves? We don't see you very much out and about?" "I keep to myself and mind my own business." "You must be lonely here all by yourself with no company. I see you have some dishes in the sink that need washing. Why don't we talk while I do them for you?" "Suit yourself." I stood up and his eyes followed me resting on my breasts and he licked his lips. I was immediately aroused and I could feel my nipples harden and strain against my blouse. Mr. Graves couldn't help but see the same thing. If he knew that his reaction was exciting me, my secret sexual fascination with men like him wouldn't be a secret at all. I went immediately to the sink. I was relieved to be out of his line of sight. I felt my skin flush as I reached for the sponge. I turned on the faucet and the water was nice and warm. The dish soap was making bubbles on my hands as I washed the dishes. It took my mind away from Mr. Graves leering and allowed me to calm myself. "So,tell me Mr.Graves,do you do much cooking for yourself?" "I cook some, ain't any reason to fix a lot when there's just me eating the food." "Well I guess that's true. While I'm here if I can help with anything just let me know." There was no answer so I just continued doing the dishes. I didn't hear Mr. Graves get up but suddenly he was behind me. I could hear him breathing and as he moved closer I could swear I felt something poke me. "I'm done with this cup so you can wash it up." Mr. Graves had to reach around me to put his cup in the sink and when he did he moved closer, now actually leaning against me. This old man had a very full erection and he was making it clear he wanted me to feel it. I saw his hands grip the counter on both sides of me encircling me in his grasp. He was making no mistake about his intentions as he began grinding against me from behind. I could feel the excitement in my body start to build. The last thing I wanted was to show Mr. Graves how very thrilling his unacceptable behavior was for me. The correct thing for me to do was to show anger or fear and stop this assault immediately. Mr. Graves leaned closer and began speaking to me in a low growl. "I got something you can help me with; feel that big hard cock I'm humping against those cheeks? You feel it and you love it don't ya? I know what you wanna help me with and I'm ready to oblige." As he was speaking I could feel my nipples harden and I know my pussy was wet. Mr. Graves moved his hands from the counter and grabbed my tits and began to squeeze and grope them. He must have felt my knees began to buckle when his big thick fingers found my nipples and began to pinch them. I couldn't help but let out a moan and I heard him groan as he pulled my nipples and felt them grow under his hands. He continued to assault me and he was licking and biting my neck. The three day old stubble on his face and it was scratching me. I tried to back away from the sink but he had me pinned there and I couldn't move. As fast as it started he stopped and stepped back. "Turn off that water, dry up your hands and come over to the table." I did as he instructed and I turned around to see Mr. Graves sitting in his chair at the table. As I walked towards him I was so aroused I could hardly breathe. He was rubbing his crotch and I knew it was that hard cock he had hiding in his shorts. I watched him as I got closer and his tongue was slithering in and out of his mouth just waiting to strike. "I guess you figured out I love me some big tits when you saw that old magazine on the floor. You're right I can suck big titties all day and all night long. Why, I can suck on a set of nipples and make em grow real nice and real hard. You wanna keep me company well that's just fine with me. We're gonna have us a good time keepin company today. You're gonna get a tit sucking like you ain't never had before. I'm a cunt licker too. I'm a man who sucks on pussy till you can't take anymore and I just keep on sucking. And I know you felt this big monster meat well I'm gonna sink in your cunt and fuck you till you scream. Now, when you can't help but scream out you can call me Old Charlie, because I know you got to get it from old fuckers just like me. Now we gonna start and we ain't gonna stop till I say so." What had I gotten myself in to? I was about to get ravaged by this dirty old man and I couldn't wait. "Now, get over here, I want me some tit and I've waited long enough." I walked to Charlie and he pulled me between his legs. He was licking his lips and sucking them making me cream in my panties. He put his grubby hands on my blouse and ripped it open. He smiled when he saw the red lace bra and my nipples that were now huge. He pushed the blouse off my arms and shoulders and it dropped on the floor. His tongue wet with spit slithered out of his mouth and he was licking the tops of my breasts. From his groping and prodding hands my breasts had shifted and were now overflowing the fabric that was covering them. Finding my left nipple with his teeth he bit it and made me wince with pain, I loved the ache and wanted more. Using his fingers he grabbed both melon shaped globes and kneaded the flesh as if they were sponges he was squeezing the water from. My legs were barely keeping me upright. My body was anticipating the next step. Soon this dirty, dirty old codger would be sucking my hard blood gorged nipples yearning for attention. I know I should have grabbed my things and left when I had the chance but I knew that I would love every minute this dirty old man used me. He knew me better than I knew myself and he was ready to give me what I wanted. Charlie had waited for this for a long time and he was ready to get what he wanted. He reached a fat callused hand into the cup of my lacy covering and scooped out what he was searching for. Wrapping both hands around the flesh he brought all that he was hungering for to his lips. I saw his lips part and the tip of my breast, hard and swollen disappear into his mouth. He pursed his lips tightly around the tender morsel and began sucking hard. I felt my nipple growing in his mouth and as he squeezed even tighter around the fleshy mound. I felt the final assault, his teeth clamped down and began to grind around the base of my tender nubbin of desire. I heard the moans and whimpers and realized it was me. Charlie sucked the nipple hard and drew it out like a pliers pulling out a nail. How long could he keep this attack going? I felt the pulsing of my pussy every time he bit his prize. Taking a final hard suck he released what he had assaulted and reached for the other to attack. Now both breasts were in his grasp. As he sucked first one swollen nub and then the other his spit was drooling out of his mouth onto my breasts. I was beside myself with the ache and want. Charlie reached around and unclasped the lacy red bra and it fell off my shoulders onto the floor next to my blouse. Now he had the freedom he wanted. "Old Charlie is gonna suck these beauties real nice now cause your gonna push em tight together till these big sweet nips are close enough to get my lips around at the same time. Anybody ever tit suck you both at the same time? Well girl you ain't been sucked till Old Charlie sucks you right. You love every minute and you want more and more I know it, I can smell it. That's right Old Charlie can smell that pussy making juice from all this tittie sucking. Now push them tits together and hold em up for Old Charlie to suck on." I lifted each of my breasts and pushed them towards each other. My breasts were throbbing and my nipples pulsing. I got the two bits where Charlie wanted them and he devoured my nipples into the abyss of his sucking mouth. Oh he was right; the pleasure was twice as good, the pain twice as exhilarating. The sucking sounds were incredibly erotic. There was no biting just sucking and I loved it. Charlie had his hands free and he was about to busy them. He pulled my skirt down to the floor around my feet, I stepped out of it. I felt his fingers pushing into my legs to separate them. My feet moved and his fat hand was now between my legs cupping my mound. I felt a long fat thick finger slide between my lace panties and my pussy lips up the slit that was swollen and wet with juices. The finger searched and found the object of his next assault. He pushed into me and began finger fucking me. I couldn't resist the pleasure and I tightened around his fat digit and fucked it. He was still on my tits and he was sucking harder now. Without warning he let his mouth fall away from the swollen nipples and he looked up into my eyes. "Oh yeah, you like fucking don't you? You showed me your pussy right when you got here. I saw them red panties covering up cunt. Well now you get it good. That's right you're gonna be Old Man Charlie's slut. Whenever I tell you to be here you'll come runnin. Feel me finger fucking your cunt? I'm gonna do more than fuck this pussy with my old fingers. Oh you're real wet and your pussy juice is running all over my hand. Ride my finger, fuck it nice, that's all you get for now." He pulled his hand out of my panties and pulled them down, I stepped out of them and he threw them with my other clothes. He licked his finger and smiled as he let it slide back into my pussy. Charlie grabbed onto my nipple and sucked. He slid his finger out of my pussy and found the thing he wanted most. The ball of his finger circled around my blood gorged clitoris and he teased it bringing me waves of pleasure. "Ohhh, Ohhh, yes ohhh that feels so good so good." "You love it don't you, you like Old Charlie rubbing on your love button? Well I'm going to do lots more too that cherry. You want Old Charlie to suck that pussy don't you? You want Old Charlie to tongue that clit nice and make you cum over and over? Oh yeah, baby, you picked the right old man to suck that cunt. By the time Old Charlie is done with you there isn't much we ain't gonna do. You walked thru my door and we both knew what you came for. Now Old Charlie is about to give you all you want and a whole lot more.