0 comments/ 52063 views/ 1 favorites Home Games By: gentlemom Author's Note: I've called the seniors' retirement community in this story simply The Home, a name that I didn't want to use because of its connotations of involuntary confinement of the mentally unfortunate. But I was afraid that if I called it by any appropriate name that might occur to me - The Oaks, Sunshine Acres, Leisure Lodge, etc. - I'd run the risk of picking a name really in use by some reputable institution, and by so doing offend some very fine people. People with good lawyers. So, The Home it is. And I like the story title that came from it. _______________________ It hadn't been easy, but Liza had managed to get Will, her aging father, to move from his in-town apartment to the pleasantly rural seniors' community where he now lived. Will had resisted the move for months. At age 76, Will's health was still very good, and his mind reasonably clear and sharp, but Liza was becoming concerned about him nonetheless. He was having moments of absentmindedness, and was now prone to the kind of minor mishaps that result in superficial cuts, bruises, and burns. It had been a stressful move, with Will figuratively dragging his heels every step of the way and protesting loudly that he wasn't ready to be treated like an old man. "I'll show 'em, Liza!" he told his daughter on the day he moved into The Home. "I'll show 'em I'm not the useless old fart they think I am." "You do that, Daddy," she'd answered with a smile. "You show 'em!" Now, four months later, her father was doing just that, and Liza had new reasons to be concerned about him. She was now getting regular calls from The Home with complaints about Will's misbehavior. Apparently her father's way of proving he was still young at heart was to make sexual advances on any females at The Home who couldn't move faster than he could. The targets of his very public mischief included both other residents and members of The Home's staff. Nurses and cleaning staff women under the age of 40 were at special risk. Will usually approached his victims from the rear, and his attacks usually consisted of nothing more than a slap and squeeze of a rump cheek or a momentary grab of a handful of a breast from the side. But he was also known to occasionally spend a night in the room of one of the more accommodating female residents. Thanks to the miracle of modern drugs which enabled Will to achieve a reasonably firm and lasting erection, he was an ongoing threat (or godsend) to anyone with a still-functioning pussy. He quickly picked up the nickname of Dom William, the DOM part being simply the short form of Dirty Old Man. To the staff, he was now simply The Dom. It was not a term of respect or affection. The Home's staff just didn't know what to do about Liza's father. Their problem was complicated by the fact that some of the female residents loved the unexpected and long-absent attention they were getting from the horny newcomer. Those ladies made it clear that they didn't want the staff interfering with Will's rampages. For every woman who complained that Will had groped her ass at the Sunday brunch buffet, there were others who made a point of putting their generous bottoms within his reach at every opportunity. And in these economically difficult times, The Home didn't want to throw out any resident whose bills got paid on time. The male residents of The Home, who were far outnumbered by the women, reacted to Will's behavior with either priggish disdain ("The man has no manners at all!"), or mild amusement ("I get a kick out of watching him fool around that way."), or undisguised envy ("How can I get some of what he's getting?"). The female residents took sides on the matter too, depending on their own views of Will's behavior, and even those who didn't like what Will was doing took a sort of guilty pleasure in watching The Dom at work. He certainly knew a thing or two about low-level sexual assault techniques. Rumors began flying wildly around The Home about Will's capabilities in the bedroom. His ability to give a soul-shattering orgasm to a woman who hadn't had one in decades (or ever!) was one of them. The prodigious size of his erection was another. Of course none of those who were passing such rumors around were among those who had actually been in a position to assess their accuracy. The ladies who had fallen under Will's seductive spell, the ones who had reputedly shared their beds with him, weren't talking. And they weren't complaining. The Administrator of The Home, John Offenbach (Jack to everyone, and JackOff to some behind his back), knew that some action was required on his part in this matter, and soon. Who knows what the Board of Directors might do to him if word got to them about this mess? If the damned government inspectors looked into it, Jack might be job hunting the very next day. The Media would have a field day over it, and the Public Relations issues he'd be forced to deal with would be nightmarish. And lawsuits lodged by the families of Will's 'victims' weren't out of the question either. Jack looked into his computer files on the residents' families, and located the information on Will's family. Liza was listed as The Home's contact person in situations like this. The file said that she was 45 and unmarried. He wondered if perhaps she was still a virgin. To Jack, virgins were a personal challenge. He believed that it was his mission in life to correct any such aberrations of nature, and virgins past the age of about 21 were a dangerous threat to his world order. He believed that there was something psychologically unwholesome, physically unhealthy, and just plain weird about a girl who kept her legs closed tightly together past her teens. Fortunately for them, he was there to ease their pain (although in the short term some pain might have to be endured). He did them the ultimate favor by easing their legs apart and fucking some Common Sense into them. He'd often fantasized about having a government job that required him to travel about the country, solving that very problem for girls on their 21st birthday. Their mothers and older sisters would be oh so grateful to him for his dedication, and that would usually mean tending to their carnal needs as well before he moved on to his next assignment. To say that Jack was a womanizer would be to seriously understate the case. The man lived to screw pussy, and his life was a continuing search for the next one lucky enough to receive the blessings of his eveready manhood. He was 51 now and, sexually speaking, was enjoying a very well-serviced bachelorhood. His job, and the convenience of living in the Administrator's Residence on The Home's grounds, allowed him to keep his cock in fighting trim, with very little effort required on his part to find suitable docking stations for it. The younger staff members couldn't (or felt that they shouldn't) resist the aura of power and prestige that Jack exuded, and there were always the young and appreciative female members of the residents' families. He was Cock of The Home, the resident rooster, and Will was a definitely unwelcome second rooster who had to be stopped. Jack's authoritarian management style did not sit well with the residents and staff of The Home. Most of the residents didn't like him, and most of the staff people feared him. He demanded prim and proper behavior from the residents, while practicing a hedonistic and profligate lifestyle himself. Jack firmly believed that sex was not for the elderly, and fortunately he wasn't elderly yet. He gave Liza a call. She agreed to meet with him at his office on an afternoon in the coming week. He'd met her only once, several months ago and only briefly at that time, on the day she'd signed the contracts for her father's admissiion to The Home. He really couldn't remember much of anything about her, which meant that she hadn't shown the usual eagerness to spreadeagle herself on his big office desk. Maybe she'd been on her period that day, he thought. Maybe she was a lesbian. Ugh. * * * * * Something happened to Liza at her meeting with Jack that caught her totally by surprise. It started to happen the moment that Jack's secretary Rose ushered Liza into her boss' private office. Liza felt almost immediate and powerful sexual attraction for the handsome man she now remembered having met months before. Her erogenous rush couldn't be satisfactorily explained by the fact that sex was going to be on the agenda of their discussion. Liza's sudden and intense sexual desire for Jack was more likely due to the combination of his imposing physique, his intoxicating male fragrance, and the natural take-charge attitude he displayed as he invited Liza and Rose to sit in the comfortable armchairs in front of his desk. His very big desk. The man's desk was goddam huge, thought Liza with a naughty thrill, facing her handsome host across an impressive expanse of highly polished mahogany which felt surprisingly warm to her touch. Jack was pleased at how Liza was dressed today. She'd chosen to wear a nearly transparent silk blouse, and a skirt which clung snugly to her curves and gave teasing hints of what delights might lie hidden at the tops of her retro seamed stockings. He intended to do some treasure hunting up there later. Rose, who at age 54 had been an employee of The Home for a lot longer than her boss had, knew enough to move her chair a few feet away so that she sat unobtrusively off to one side. She was not going to engage in the conversation. Rose had been asked by Jack to take notes of the meeting, a security precaution he thought prudent considering the delicate legal issues at stake in this matter. Unbeknownst to Rose, he'd also secretly activated a small voice recorder in one of his desk drawers, one more way of protecting himself and The Home against the possibility of facing false charges later on. Jack was mildly paranoid in matters of security, particularly of his own. Jack looked hungrily at Liza's nicely proportioned breasts, lovingly cradled in lacy bra cups that poked proudly at her blouse. He could almost taste her nipples already. He wished that Rose wasn't there, but it was a bit late now to tell her that his hidden recorder had made her presence unnecessary. His attention was entirely on the lovely and very sexy woman across the desk from himself. She'd be a very good fuck, he was sure. Liza almost immediately forgot entirely that Rose was there. Her attention was riveted on Jack's deep blue eyes, mesmerizing mouth, and amazing arms and shoulders. She decided that Jack must do some serious working out, perhaps at The Home's gymnasium. Jack casually uncrossed his legs, to bring some relief to the uncomfortable position his stiffening penis was in. Liza failed to notice this, but Rose saw it and knew exactly what it meant. Rose had been present at such sexually-charged situations many times since Jack had first occupied this office. The body language being spoken by her boss and his guest reminded her that she was, as always, just a bystander witnessing a mating dance that was well underway and rapidly increasing in tempo. She knew Jack well. She'd seen this dance many times before, and it pissed her off that Jack had never asked her to dance. Rumor had it that it was Rose who had coined the 'JackOff' nickname. Jack and Liza managed to carry on a conversation about the problems her father was causing, and about possible solutions to them. Jack smoothly managed to comment on those issues in ways that could easily be misconstrued as applying to the urges that he and Liza were now experiencing. Rose was impressed with her boss' seduction skills, as she always was, and she hated knowing that Jack was barely aware of her presence in the room, as he always was. Rose dutifully took notes of it all, or at least those parts of it which were spoken aloud. It was clear to her that the meeting was going to end at whatever point Jack could no longer resist his need to find a private enough place to fuck Liza into submission. Liza hastened her fate greatly by agreeing quickly to let The Home's staff take whatever action they deemed necessary in the circumstances, even if that meant bending some rules in order to be able to enforce some others. She certainly didn't want The Home to ask her father to leave, but she recognized the necessity of having the welfare of all of the residents looked after properly. The meeting seemed to be coming to a satisfactory conclusion, and not a moment too soon for Jack. Rose was the only one in the room who understood fully what this agreement meant in practical terms. It meant that The Home was going to have to find acceptable outlets for Will's untamed lusts. The staff would effectively be pimping for one of its residents, and would have to be careful to never give the appearance of doing so. Rose wondered if her own name might be suggested at some point as one of Will's potential bedmates. She'd heard the rumors about The Dom, and she wouldn't mind finding out for herself how true they were. Maybe she shouldn't wait to be asked, she thought. Maybe she could volunteer. The meeting came to an end. Jack invited Liza to stay long enough to join him for coffee in the Dining Room, and told Rose that he wouldn't need her for anything else this afternoon. Rose understood perfectly, and privately guessed that Jack and Liza wouldn't actually make it to the Dining Room without getting sidetracked to one of Jack's fucksites. Rose shook Liza's hand, gave Jack an understanding nod, and went home for the day. Rose was right. Jack didn't even bother to go directly toward the Dining Room. He guided Liza through an unmarked side door and down an empty corridor which turned a corner before ending in a space big enough to turn a hospital bed in. Sitting incongruously in that clearing was a sofa which which had been removed long ago from the Staff Lounge, but which looked surprisingly dustfree and appeared to have been put regularly to its intended use. They had all the privacy they needed, and the promise of reasonable comfort as well. Jack took Liza in his arms, disregarding the gasp of surprise that came from Liza's pretty mouth, and kissed her hungrily. She showed no resistance, and Jack hadn't anticipated any. Their tongues lashed wildly together. Jack's strong hands on her buttocks pulled her lower body forcefully against the bulge his fully erect cock made in his slacks, moulding her body to his. Foreplay was quite unnecessary. Much of the meeting seemed to have served that function, and Jack never saw much point in it anyway. He undressed Liza and himself with the swift and methodical expertise that comes from experience, eased her down on her back on the sofa, mounted her, and proceeded to fuck her with just the right amount of power and dominance that he wanted her to feel. She wasn't a virgin, and he didn't know whether that fact should please him or disappoint him. He put a hand gently over her mouth when she came, guessing correctly that she would be noisy at that moment. He rolled onto his back just as his own orgasm arrived, taking her with him so that she lay upon him as his upthrusting cock jerked and twitched within the snug sheath of her pussy. He let her rest on him as their pounding heartbeats and gasping breaths returned slowly to their more relaxed rhythms, a considerate gesture on his part that he silently congratulated himself for thinking of. Jack mentally carved another notch in the bedpost of his imaginary conquest bed. Liza wondered for just a moment if she might have inherited a penchant for bizarre sexual behavior from her randy father. If so, she now owed Will a special thank-you. She hadn't been so well fucked in some time. * * * * * Will was summoned to Jack's office the next morning to have the new groundrules explained to him. Will was handed a list of four names, names provided to Jack by his staff people. Three were the names of female residents known to have welcomed The Dom to their beds, and the fourth was the name of a staff person who had shared The Dom's own bed at least once. Jack didn't recognize the staff person's name, and assumed she was a member of the Housekeeping staff. A lot of personnel turnover went on in that department all the time. All four women had been asked to sign a statement attesting to the fact that their intimacy with Will had been undertaken of their own free will, and that no liability in regard to it lay with The Home. All four had cheerfully signed the statement. Jack thought that the cleaning lady must be damned good at her job, since she apparently felt at no risk of losing it over this affair. Jack took a deep breath before giving Will permission to continue doing the one thing that Jack very much wanted him to stop doing. Will was told that he could continue to have sex with the women on the list, and with any others that were willing to sign the same release form, on the condition that he would immediately stop engaging in any inappropriate behavior within view of the other residents. Will agreed to this. The men sealed their agreement with a firm handshake, and Jack made a mental note to wash his hands thoroughly at his earliest opportunity. As soon as Will got back to his room after his meeting with Jack, he took his Sports Illustrated Swimsuit calendar down from the wall and made the rounds of the women who would be the charter members of his harem. He felt rather like a polygamist who had the law on his side, a polygamist with no obligation whatsoever to support or provide for any of his wives. Perfect. The women studied the calendar and then signed their names in those day squares that they wished to reserve. He returned to his room and checked to make sure that his supply of erectile-function medication was adequate for the coming weeks. Will was now officially The Home's Resident Stud. The men who didn't approve of what Will had been doing felt better about things, now that the nasty man's distasteful sins would only be committed behind closed doors and could thus easily be treated as if they were no longer happening. Those who had enjoyed watching him play grabass with the ladies were disappointed, now that the free show was over. Those who had been jealous of him were divided. The more ambitious ones now found hope for similar arrangements of their own, while the less self-confident ones became so depressed that The Home's staff psychologist was called in to help them deal with their grief. Liza was getting occasional calls from Jack now, but his calls no longer had anything to do with her father, for which she was thankful. Jack was careful not to tell her much about her father's new lifestyle at The Home, except to say that Will was no longer doing anything that would upset the other residents. Jack managed to have sex with Liza now and then, but rarely enough so that Liza knew she was just one among the many names in his Little Black Book. They occasionally got together in The Administrator's residence at The Home, and he once fucked her in the back of The Home's cargo van, but he preferred returning her to his Lucky Sofa hidden in that little-used back corridor. Liza occasionally wondered how many other women had yielded to Jack's charms on that sofa, but she never smelled any perfumes or sexual discharges, her own or anyone else's, on its upholstery. The Housekeeping staff here must be very good and very thorough, she thought. Her father, who knew something of the talents of the cleaning staff himself, would have agreed. * * * * * Will's former misbehavior was no longer a problem for the residents of The Home, and locating bedmates for The Dom had turned out to be unnecessary. The Home's staff were now availing themselves of Will's services, something that Rose had foreseen but Jack had not. A number of female staff people were spending a disturbing amount of their offduty time in Will's bedroom, and Jack was stunned to learn that his secretary was among them. In fact, Rose had signed up to shack up with The Dom for a full week of her annual vacation. And even before that week, Jack caught sight of her on one of her days off headed toward Will's place with a cheerful 'I'm about to get laid' attitude about her. She was dressed in a highly provocative way, in garments obviously purchased from outlets specializing in exotic and fetish clothing and obviously meant to be worn by women half Rose's age and several dress sizes smaller that she was. Home Games Rose popped up that night, unbidden, in Jack's routine masturbation fantasies. He felt dirty for thinking of the dear woman that way, but that leather skirt and spike-heeled boots the bitch had on this afternoon ... The Home is MY home, thought Jack, and it's going to hell. I'm starting to be jealous of a crazy old man, for god's sake, just because he's fucking my secretary. This has got to stop. To Jack the present situation was as much out of his control as the former situation had been, back before he'd reached his agreement with Will. He decided it was time for him to again take drastic action. He decided to enlist Liza's help in his plan, but to make it work she would have to be told everything about The Home's deal with her father and about its unforeseen consequences. * * * * * Jack assumed that Liza would be shocked to learn about her father's unofficial harem. She would almost certainly not believe him if he simply stated the facts to her, so he decided to gather sufficient evidence to convince her of the serious nature of Will's crimes. Jack decided to secretly record The Dom's private activities on video discs, knowing full well that if anyone learned about it he would be instantly dismissed and possibly given some serious prison time. His only defense was that he had the best interests of everyone at The Home at heart, which he actually believed to be true. He carried out the first phase of his plan himself, over several days, sneaking into the residents' rooms while they were at meals. First he took a picture of Will's appointment calendar page for the month, and learned where Will was likely to be on certain nights in the coming weeks. Then he installed tiny wireless surveillance cameras where he thought they'd capture the most incriminating evidence. He set up a base unit receiver and a DVD recorder in a long-forgotten stockroom, and began to methodically document Will's very active sex life. He quickly learned that his plan was working well. He made sure that the receiver unit was always wirelessly connected to whichever camera he thought was going to be where the action was on any given night. Only rarely did he fail to get what he wanted, and he wrote those off as simply last-minute alterations to Will's calendar schedule. He kept the recorder supplied with fresh discs, and took the ones from the recorder home to view the results of his efforts. He would spend evenings in the Administrator's Residence, quaffing beer and watching a surprisingly fit and agile man in his mid-70's having sex with women whose ages ranged from 30 to 80. The rumors about Will's cock size were a bit exaggerated, but those about his technique seemed to be dead on. The guy was good. Jack hated him more every day. It never occurred to Jack that he ought to feel a bit creepy spying on anyone this way, because he expected the sex scenes he caught on disc would be far from arousing and might even be disgusting because of the advanced ages of the participants. Surprisingly, the videos turned him on. He actually experienced twinges of jealousy when Will's partner was one of the younger and more curvaceous staff members that Jack would have liked to fuck himself - and in some cases already had. But even the older women could be a turnon, especially those who were shockingly horny and wanton, those who owned sexy vintage lingerie, and those who knew some tricks that he hadn't seen before. Masturbation became a routine part of his evening's viewing. Jack would stroke his cock as he watched (yes, he'd heard all the 'Jacking off' jokes long ago) and, if the couple onscreen didn't get him off, a brief thought of how Liza might react to watching the videos with him did the trick. That was Jack's plan. He wanted Liza to see for herself how outrageous her father's behavior had become, and the videos would do that for him. He hoped that she would be able to put some pressure on her father to cut back on his fucking around. He specifically wanted The Dom to stay away from Rose who, for the first time in the years Jack had known her, was beginning to look very fuckable. Jack thought that his own secretary should rightfully be his sextoy, not Will's. An unforeseen problem with Jack's plan was that he was becoming addicted to what was essentially a growing collection of tawdry porn flicks. I'm turning into a DOM myself, he thought, but with amusement rather than shame. If I was more 'O' I'd be one, he thought. When his nightly porn shows started to get repetitive, and after he'd seen enough of the hot staff nurses and Rose to satisfy his special curiousity about them, he removed the cameras from the residents' rooms. He hid the discs among his large DVD collection of movies. It was time to bring Liza into the picture, so to speak. * * * * * On the following Friday evening Liza was with Jack in his Residence. She knew now that he was just using her for his own pleasure, but his carnal skills somewhat made up for the lack of any genuine affection she might have felt toward him. She disliked Jack, as did everyone else who knew him well, but the very good sex she got with him was something she couldn't just walk away from. She was content to get the evening off to a nice start with some gentle sex play in his big bed. They lay in each other's arms, well on the way to fucking but enjoying getting there by a long slow journey of hands and mouths over each other's bodies. Jack was licking up the droplets of moisture that met his tongue when it went in search of Liza's clitoris, and her moan of pleasure told him that she was ready for the next act of the evening he had so carefully planned for her. Jack raised his head up from between Liza's thighs, smiling lewdly and licking his glistening lips clean, and suggested that they watch a porn video as they continued their fun. Liza was a bit surprised by this, but she'd enjoyed the few bits of porn she'd viewed in the past. If Jack wanted her to see a particularly good one, why not? Jack retrieved his remote control handset from a bedside table drawer, turned on his widescreen wall TV, and got comfortable again with Liza. They were sitting up now, side by side against the cushioned headboard of the bed, facing the big screen. As the screen came to life, Jack nibbled at Liza's earlobe and tweaked the nearer of her nipples. She snuggled closer to him but watched the video. Onscreen, a man and a woman were already engaged in sex. The man guided the woman through a series of positions for fucking, spending a few minutes in each one, and his continuously vigorous thrustings made it clear that he was an accomplished cocksman. His partner was keeping up as best she could, and she was obviously enjoying being fucked hard and fast, but he was the one controlling the action and setting the pace. When the woman came, her eyes rolled up in ecstasy. Liza's first reaction was that it was the strangest piece of porn she'd ever seen. For one thing, the production values were awful. The focus was sometimes imperfect, because the actors made no effort to stay properly within the camera's optimum view range, and there was no soundtrack which might have helped her understand what she was seeing. She guessed that she was watching an amateurish bit of home porn, with a fixed camera unattended by anyone, and she wondered how Jack had come into possession of the thing. Was this a nasty hobby of his? She knew what Jack's ass looked like, and she could tell by looking at the proportions of the rapidly moving male buttocks onscreen that they weren't Jack's. And then she realized that the participants showed no signs that they were even aware of the presence of the camera. Was this some sort of spycam voyeur porn? Jack's hobby seemed even nastier to her now. "Where did you get this, Jack?" she asked, seriously concerned about this side of her current lover that she hadn't known about until now. She suddenly felt vulnerable, as if she might herself be being secretly observed at this very moment. "Just watch. The really interesting part is coming up," he said, ignoring her question and continuing to kiss and fondle her. Jack had two fingers in her pussy now. The onscreen lovers moved apart on their bed, apparently needing a rest break from their labors, and Liza gasped in shock as she got her first clear view of the face of the man in the video. "OH MY GOD!" she cried aloud. "That's my father!" "Yes, it is, Liza," Jack said in a voice so calm that it amazed her. "He's with one of The Home's other residents, in her room. I have other videos that show him with other partners, including members of my staff." He put the video on PAUSE. Will stood there on the screen, frozen in place, his cock cradled loosely in his hand. Liza didn't speak for a long time. "I had no idea that he was ... uh ..." "That he was acting so badly?" prompted Jack. "That he was so ... big ... and so ... uh ... good at it," murmured Liza, the awe clear in her voice. This wasn't at all the reaction that Jack had expected from her. She was missing the whole point of the thing! He expected her to be outraged both by her father's behavior and by the fact that he'd been spied upon this way, but clearly she was turned on by what she was seeing. Unbefuckinglievable. Jack decided to put the next phase of his plan on hold for now. He'd never missed a chance to take advantage of a horny woman. His fingers moved teasingly around the entrance to her pussy. She groaned and rotated her hips against his hand. "Did you say that other women have wanted to be with him?" she asked, her voice a bit strained now that she was starting to breathe rapidly. "Yes. And I fear that the number may be growing," said Jack, hoping he was saying the right things to hit her HOT buttons. "He's getting a reputation for being very good at what he does." Jack put one of Liza's hands onto his cock. "Have you seen enough to see what The Home's problem with Will is now?" He hit the STOP button on the remote. The picture disappeared from the screen. The video had done its job. Now it was time to fuck her. Liza took a long moment to say anything. "Start it again, Jack," she said. "Huh?" said Jack. "Are you sure you want to ..." "Start it again," she said firmly. "Right from the beginning." Jack hit the PLAY button, and the screen lit up again. "Stop it right there!" said Liza suddenly. The scene had barely begun. "What is it, baby?" asked Jack, staring at the screen and trying to see what had caught her attention. "I want us to do just what they're doing in the video, along with them," she said. "I want you to fuck me the same way my father is fucking that woman." Holy shit, thought Jack. This is getting really weird. But if she wants it... They got into the position the couple onscreen had started with. Liza took Jack's cock into her and wrapped her legs around his hips. "Start it again, Jack," she whispered. "And fuck me the way my father fucks." Jack hit the PLAY button again, and he began to fuck Liza. They glanced at the TV screen from time to time, to know when to change their positions and how to match their rhythms with those of Liza's father and his bedmate onscreen. Jack wasn't used to letting someone else direct his sex acts, and his loss of control was making it more difficult for him to maintain his erection. "Fuck me, Will," gasped Liza, pretending to be the woman in the video. "Oh, shit!" groaned Jack, knowing now what was going on in Liza's perverted mind. He came at about the same time he thought Will had come in the video, and Liza's eyes rolled up as she did the same. Jack wasn't at all happy about Liza's sudden disinterest in having more sex with him that night. He remembered to ask her to keep the existence of the DVD's a secret from everyone. Liza suggested that if they were in her possession they would be less dangerous to Jack and The Home than they would be if they were discovered to be in the Administrator's Residence. He was too tired and too confused by it all to argue with her. He handed them over. They'd served their purpose, and he never wanted anyone else to ever see them anyway. The last thing Jack said to her as she left was, "You've got to help me, Liza. He's even fucking Rose now." * * * * * Liza had trouble getting to sleep that night. Her mind was too full of confused thoughts about her father to be able to think about anything else. Her thoughts about her father weren't incestuous, she told herself repeatedly, although that moment when she found herself pretending to be her father's bedmate was the kind of moment a good Freudian shrink could barter into at least six months of high-priced therapy. Jack had asked her to speak with her father, but she had no idea what Jack wanted her to say to him. She had agreed not to mention the tapes to anyone, so Jack couldn't expect her to use them as a way of shaming Will into giving up his lady friends. She only knew that Jack hoped Will would listen to some commonsense advice coming from someone he loved and needed to listen to. But what advice would that be? What was her father doing that was so terrible in Jack's eyes? Who was being hurt by a few older folks doing something they'd happily done many hundreds of times when they were younger? Were there any victims in this whole affair? It seemed to Liza that the only victims in all of this were Jack's pride and sense of his own importance at The Home. Considering how much sexual mischief Jack had been up to over the years himself, probably much of it harmful to others, there was a satisfying irony in his present dilemma. It was Jack's final words to her last night that had rung in Liza's mind all the way home. Why was the fact that her father was fucking Rose such a disaster in Jack's eyes? And then she thought she understood. And it made her angry. You're an asshole, Jack, she thought. You're a chickenshit lowlife motherfucking sonofabitch asshole. She vowed never to allow Jack to touch her again. In fact, she promised herself that she would never again find herself in the same room alone with Jack. She would do what she'd promised Jack she would do, which was to have a talk with her father about his sexual licentiousness. But that talk wouldn't go the way Jack wanted it to. Jack needed to be punished for his crimes. Liza decided to have a talk with Rose. * * * * * Over lunch at a restaurant near The Home, Rose told Liza what having Will as her part-time lover meant to her. The romps she enjoyed with Liza's father were fun, but they were much more than that. They reassured her of her sexual desirability and made her feel confident in her feminity, something that in the past she'd longed to get from Jack but never did. Rose told Liza that she had become very fond of Will, and in fact thought she might be falling in love with him. Liza took a long moment to digest this surprising revelation. Rose confessed to being shocked by this turn of events herself. It added immeasurably to the pleasure she took in pleasuring Will, but she knew better than to think that Will felt the same way about her. Will seemed to be genuinely fond of Rose, but she knew that she was just one of his partners, and that as a natural flirt it was probably easy for Will to make any woman feel that she was special to him. Rose assured Liza that she wasn't about to mess up Will's life, and she would never treat Will as if he belonged to her in any way. Liza told Rose that she wanted to take revenge on Jack for what she now saw as his long history of mysogyny and piggish male chauvinism. Rose begged to be part of this effort. She told Liza that she was essentially doing Jack's job at The Home, with none of the perks and recognition that she deserved for keeping her boss' false image of his own competence intact. She told Liza about Jack's longterm coldness toward her, his methodical disregard for any feelings of friendship or warmth Rose might have had toward him, and his absolute refusal to allow the natural sexual urges of the residents to find any outlet at all. The present sexual revolt going on at The Home had been simmering for a long time, and needed only Will's arrival to set it in motion. Liza was happy to take on a teammate who had been misused by Jack as much as Liza felt she herself had been. Liza was getting to like Rose herself, and she could easily see what her father might find in her as a friend as well as a lover. Liza brought Rose along with her when she made a social call to her father two days later. He was delighted to see them both. Will gave a hug and a welcoming (and suitably chaste) kiss to both of the women, but Liza could see that her father looked at Rose with genuine affection. Liza hadn't seen that look in his eyes since her mother had passed away years before, and she wondered if her father could indeed be falling in love with Rose. The age difference between them notwithstanding, Liza thought that her father would indeed be a very lucky man if someone like Rose wanted to share his golden years with him. A week later Liza bluntly asked her father what his feelings toward Rose were, and she wasn't surprised to hear Will confess that Rose was becoming the most important person in his life. Will said that the sex he had with other women was just sex, but with Rose it was more like love as he remembered that feeling. Liza suggested that he tell Rose about his feelings toward her, assuring him that he wasn't going to be rudely rejected by her, and wasn't surprised to later get an excited call from Rose telling her that she and Will had become a committed couple. Liza suggested to Will ways that he could tactfully ease the rest of his harem out of his life, permanently, so that he could be Rose's alone and that she would know that. Will acted on this immediately, to the delight of other male residents of The Home who now found The Dom's former harem members more willing to become their intimate friends. There were more DOM's at The Home now, but the only person who seemed outraged by this was Jack. Liza didn't know what to do with the DVD's. She hadn't mentioned their existence to anyone, but she knew that somehow they could be used to assure Jack's well-deserved humiliation and downfall. They could be used to bring an end to his sexcapades with anyone even remotely associated with The Home, which would include family members of the residents (like herself), a situation that would be disastrous to a hardcore womanizer like Jack. They could even be used to have Jack arrested on morality charges, which would ensure that he would be forever banned from holding any position of authority such as the one he now held and exploited so blatantly and unashamedly. But Liza didn't want to bring disgrace or scandal to The Home. It was Jack alone who deserved to be brought down. Liza decided to break her own promise to herself and spend one last night in bed with Jack. She would make it a night neither of them would ever forget. * * * * * Liza arrived at Jack's Residence dressed to be fucked. She had chosen her outfit to be unmistakably provocative. She wanted to be sure that even if Jack hadn't been in the mood for sex before her arrival, he'd get into that mood very quickly once he saw her. She had on a dress that clung to her curves everywhere. A deep vee opening at the bodice exposed her cleavage and confirmed that she had chosen not to wear a brassiere. The dress revealed the gentle curve of her belly, the bolder thrust of her hips and buttocks, and the strong lines of her thighs. It was hemmed well below the knee, but a slit up one side exposed her stockinged legs with each step, almost to where her panties would have been if she'd been wearing any. The dress was so perfectly tailored that without the side slit she could probably not have walked in it at all. Her stiletto heels made her shapely legs look impossibly long, and lifted and firmed her ass cheeks while allowing them to move enticingly with each step. Even the crease between her buttocks was clearly delineated by the tight dress. She looked not only edible, but deliciously so. Home Games After a passionate kiss of greeting, Liza walked straight into Jack's bedroom and sat on the side of his big bed. She wanted him to know that sex was what she was here for, and by her attire she was telling him that the sex she wanted was to be raw, hot, unrestrained, utterly nasty, and immediate. She had purposely fingered her pussy throughout the drive to Jack's place, so she knew that the scent of her arousal would not escape his lustful attention. Jack had poured brandy into two large snifters and brought them to the bedroom, but Liza had barely taken her first sip from hers before Jack pounced on her like a predatory cat. Pinning her beneath him on the bed, he put his tongue to work in her sweet mouth and searched with his hands for the closure devices on her dress. It took him awhile to find them, but he made good use of the time by groping whatever parts of her body lay along the routes of his search. Once he'd found the cleverly hidden hooks, the dress fell away from her almost magically. She was almost totally naked beneath it, wearing only a garter belt and stockings which Jack chose to leave in place. Jack undressed quickly, managing to shed his clothes without losing bodily contact with his prey. The sex was, as promised, physically demanding and almost brutal in its unrelenting pace. Jack's cock was fully erect from the very start, and when Liza's lips brushed its knob she tasted a droplet of his precum fluid there. She sucked him briefly, being careful not to let him get close to cumming. She moved up his body and knelt over his face, pressing her pussy down onto his waiting mouth. Jack was nearly crazed with lust for her, but it was clear that she was going to make him wait to reach his climax. Liza wanted that to be part of his punishment. Liza would bring him to the brink of orgasm, only to stop whatever she was doing and move to another form of agonizing tease, repeating the process until Jack was a groaning mass of quivering flesh in her arms. "Do you want to cum, lover?" she would ask, over and over. "Oh God, yes!" he would answer, over and over. "I'll tell you when you can cum," she would say, over and over. "And it's not yet." Just at the most critical moment, when Jack seemed ready to scream from the strain of his failure to achieve sexual release, Liza bent her face to his and whispered into his ear. "I think someone's stolen the DVD's from my apartment, Jack," she said. "They want to blackmail you with them." Jack didn't respond immediately, as his confused mind wasn't fully in touch with the reality of the moment, but then his body went rigid and he gasped in shock at the full import of her words. "But who ... oh fuck no ... oh god what do they want?" he babbled almost incoherently. "I know what they want," she said calmly. Jack sagged away from her on the bed. His cock had almost instantly become limp and was rapidly shrinking. He was reduced to such helplessness that it never even occurred to him to ask Liza why she had waited until this exquisitely delicate moment to bring him such disastrous news. "Their demands are simple," Liza said. "They want you to resign and to name Rose as your replacement until a permanent new Administrator can be found." "But I can't ... " he started to say. Liza gripped Jack's drooping cock and gave it a painful squeeze, the last contact his cock would ever have with any part of Liza's flesh. "I think you can," she said. * * * * * He could. And he did. Under Rose's enlightened leadership The Home quietly, and secretly, became the most sexually active seniors community in the state. The Board of Directors, looking into the unknown reasons for Jack's resignation, learned only that The Home's staff, and its residents, and the families of its residents, had never been happier or more content with life at The Home than they were following the departure of the former Administrator. Rose was given full credit for significant improvements in The Home's operation and the morale of its staff. She stayed on, the most popular Administrator The Home had ever had. Rose felt that it would be inappropriate for her, in her new position, to move in with Will in his room, so she arranged for Will to quietly move into a spare bedroom in the Administrator's Residence. Government Inspectors were authorized to conduct a study into why life at The Home had become so much more pleasant than it was reported to be at other similar institutions. It has never been revealed what they learned, but several of them let Rose know that they intended to become residents of The Home themselves, as soon as they reached an age where that would be an appropriate move for them. A few of them found excuses to make more visits to The Home than their job required of them, and Rose's staff always made sure they enjoyed their brief stays.