An empty room, empty of a person, I had just finished cleaning up and tidying a room for a single person in a care home. The room consisted of a single bed in a corner, a wash room with a shower and toilet, a small table and two chairs. A large window with a net curtain, which could have done with a wash, I’ll get that down some time.

I had taken the cleaning items together with the vacuum cleaner back to the store room; I was making my way back to the guest room to finish off. On my way back to the room I bumped into Grace, she was one of the residents there, she was eighty four and I shouldn’t say this but, she didn’t have all her marbles in one pot, she asked, “Hello Cloe, is he here yet?”

She referred to the new occupier in the room I was preparing. I said, “Not yet Grace, soon, do you want anything?”

Grace shook her head and walked off. I too walked back to the room and finished laying the table cloth, pushed the chairs into place and flattened out the bed sheets.

The room did not have a kitchen or a TV, those were central facilities for everyone, where they can meet around and get to know each other. And a bath tub is available on request, as one of the carers needs to supervise.

I was about three steps from the door on my way out, when I heard a knock on it. I opened the door and it was the supervisor of the care home Gary, who showed in the new resident, by the sound of it he was not pleased to be there.

Gary said, “Come in Ralph, this is Cloe, she’ll be looking after you. So if you need anything Cloe’s your person.”

Ralph seemed to look unhappy and said, “I don’t need any help, I shouldn’t be here. How do I leave this god forsaken place?”

I put my hand out and said, “Hello Ralph, pleased to meet you, let me show you around.”

Ralph in his grumpy gravelly voice said, “I don’t need showing around, I need showing out.”

Gary said, “Now come on Ralph, Cloe is just being friendly, she’s the best we have here.”

Gary looked to me and winked. Gary was always a dirty little sod. He had wanted to get into my pussy ever since I started here three years ago.

I’m Cloe, twenty one, five foot seven inches tall, sixty three kilo’s. Red head, very short like a boy some would say; I would say ‘Pricks.’

I work out a lot, I like to keep fit and strong, it helps me with the work I do and even if I say so I look fit. It helps me with the elderly to move them around from place to place, in and out of bath tubs, on and off wheel chairs, and so on.

There were twenty residents in the care home, twelve men including Ralph and eight ladies, ages range from sixty five to ninety three.

Ralph was the new comer and he was sixty six. He looked tall, at least six foot, stood proud, still a good head of hair, even if it was all white. He was in a smart navy blue suite, white shirt, blue tie, and black very shiny shoes.

He stepped into the room, he did not shake my hand, and I felt embarrassed and lowered it slowly. He looked , well, not handsome but he was not ugly and did not look old, he actually did not look his age at all, if I had met him in the street I would have put him at mid-fifties at worst.

He took another step in and looked around the place and said, “All looks very nice and clean for someone. Now where do I sign to get out this place?”

Gary passed me a folder and sort of pushed Ralph into the room further and said, “Okay Ralph, Cloe will get you settled in, I’ll see you later.”

Gary closed the door and left. The doors to all guest rooms do not have a lock on them for reasons of safety.

I smiled at Ralph and asked, “Would you like a cup of tea or coffee Ralph.”

Ralph looked up and said, “I hate tea and I detest coffee where’s the whisky?”

I smiled and went to hold his hand and said, “Now-Now Ralph, that’s not the right attitude, let’s make friends.”

He still did not hold out his hand so I forcefully took hold of it and led him in and said, “Let’s get you comfortable, shall I take your jacket.”

His hand felt soft to the touch but ridged and hard at the same time, he was warm.

I went behind Ralph to ease off his jacket; he shrugged his shoulders and said, “I don’t want to get comfortable, I want out.”

I said, “Okay leave your jacket on, let’s sit down and I can talk you through some things we do around here.”

He turned around and faced me and in a very stern tone he said, “Look here young lady, I told you I don’t belong here now where’s a phone I’ll call a taxi.”

He sounded very serious, but I’d gotten used to people taking like that. I said, “So you don’t drink tea or coffee, we’ve established that, so how about some juice? Orange…Pineapple…fruit?”

Ralph turned to the big window which looked out to the gardens, the window was long and it stretched from one wall to another, over the headboard of the bed and came across to the other side of the table. The window had an opening section that ran along the top. I had opened that to air the room.

Then he looked at me in a funny way and said, “Young lady, I like juice, but not from what you have offered.”

I looked confused, I said, “Okay, tell me what type of juice you like and if we don’t have it, I’ll get it in for tomorrow.”

Ralph waved his hand and said, “Ah you won’t have it here, and certainly not in the fridge.”

I was even more confused and asked, “So what type of juice do you like that’s not in our fridge?”

He waved his hand again and said, “Don’t worry; I’ll get my own when I’m out.”

I grabbed his warm almost rough hand again and said, “Ralph you’re in here, let’s say for tonight anyway, give us one night. It’s close to lunch time now and you’re thirsty. What type of juice would you like with your lunch?”

Ralph stepped up close, I had hold of one of his hands and with the other he found the fold to my uniform, with his eyes fixed to mine he put his hand through and placed it onto my pussy. My eyes opened wide and my mouth almost dropped open. The heat of his hand radiated through the thin film of my panties, god his hand was so warm, almost hot. He was not rough in his actions and he did not grope me, he just placed his hand there and said, “I hope you don’t keep this as cold as a fridge!”

‘Oh my god,’ I was lost for words, a sixty six year old man had his hand on my pussy and he wants its juice. ‘Okay, okay,’ I’m a third of his age and he thinks he can ‘Show me a good time.’

I took it up as a challenge, how far could this old man take it, even if he could get his little pecker up. He’s going to shoot his load as soon as he sees me naked, he’s not even going to get his prick anywhere near my pussy.

I had to be professional, “Now Ralph, you’re a naughty man, take your hand out!”

He didn’t, he slid my pantie to one side and found, by then, my wet hole. He pushed his rough finger slowly up. He worked it up and down and wriggled it around.

Our eyes were still locked onto each other’s, he had an expressionless look, I just looked into his steely eyes, my eyes started to roll. They slowly closed and opened, my grip on his other hand had tightened. My knees were going weak and oh my fuck I dripped, my pussy released its juice.

Ralph kept it up for three to four minutes then brought his finger up to his mouth and sucked it.

Old bastard said, “I’ve not tasted juice this young for a long time.”

I gathered my thoughts and tried to compose myself and said, “Okay Ralph, you’ve had your fun, let’s get you ready for lunch.”

He was such a smooth bastard, he said, “I thought you were the one having fun…!”

I thought he was trying to think of my name and I said, “Cloe, its Cloe, you just had your stiff finger in Cloe, Ralph!”

And all he said was, “Ah Cloe, fresh, young, sweet Cloe. You’re very pretty as well…has anyone ever told you that,” flattering bastard.

I let go of his hand, straightened my pants and brushed down my uniform. I walked over to the table and pulled out a chair. I said to Ralph, “Please sit down Ralph,” I pointed to the bed; I needed to write down a few notes, so I sat on the chair and opened the folder Gary had given to me.

Ralph came to the bed and before he sat down he looked out of the window, it was a nice sunny day and the gardens looked great. Ralph pulled back the net curtain to see better and said, “My garden at home looks better than that, when can I go?”

I said, “Ralph, please, let’s fill this in then we can take a stroll in the gardens and I’ll introduce you to the other guests here.”

Ralph sat and stared out the window and said, “I’d like some more juice please.”

I did not want him to think I was going to do it again, so I said, “Not till we’ve filled in a few questions. They’re just on your general health and your medication.”

And all he said was, “I’m thirsty. Gary said you would look after me.”

He’s a one, I knew I should have stopped it as soon as it happened; I shook my head and said, “No not now, let’s get this done.”

And there was a knock on the door, I said, “Come in.”

It was Gary, he said, “Everything okay, I’m off to a meeting for a few hours I’ll be back after that.”

Ralph shot up and stood tall, looked at Gary and said, “When do I leave, I’m thirsty!”

Gary said, “Cloe will see to all your needs, I’ll see you later.”

He shut the door and went. Ralph looked at me and said, “You heard him, you’re to see to ALL my needs.”

I reached up to his chest and pushed him and I said, “Sit down Ralph, get this done and I’ll get you some more juice.”

Not that I had any intension of giving him my juice again.

Ralph looked out of the window and pointed to a lady and asked, “Who’s that?”

I looked out and said that’s Grace I’ll introduce you to her later. Ralph still looked out and said, “Is she alright?”

I said, “Yes, Grace, is fine she just has a hard time knowing what day it is sometimes, but she’s fine, a nice lady you’ll like her.”

I reached over to Ralph and turned his face to look at me and said, “We need to get this done.”

Ralph smiled, just a crack and said, “Can I have some more juice then?”

I usually spent most of the first day with a new guest and the other carers knew I had a new guest, so I wouldn’t be missed and no one would have looked for me.

So with that in mind I said, “Yes okay I’ll let you have a bit more after.”

We sat and to my surprise Ralph sat and answered all my questions. It took half an hour and I said, “Well done Ralph, that wasn’t too painful was it? And that was the last one; we’re done with the paperwork.”

I stood and held out my hand and said, “Come on I’ll show you around.”

Ralph stood and said, “Young lady, you promised me some juice.”

I took a deep breath and said, “I made no promises, we’ll see later.”

I turned to the door and Ralph placed a hand on my shoulder and turned me around and said, “See to all my needs or I’m out of here.”

He walked right up to me and stood in silence. ‘Fuck.’ Okay, to my earlier plan to make him shoot his load ‘IF’ he could even get his little dick up.

I slowly nodded and said, “Right…Okay…juice.”

I looked at Ralph and he’s face broke into a big smile for the first time, I asked, “Do you want to put your finger in again?”

Ralph shook his head from side to side and said, “Young lady, I like to drink straight from the can.”

He had a funny way of expressing himself, I asked, “And how is it you think you’re going to do that?”

Ralph sniggered and said, “Come on…”

I again had to remind him of my name, I said, “Cloe.”

He continued, “I’m sure you’re no virgin, take an educated guess on how that can be done.”

I stepped back and ran my hand down his jacket and said, “Aren’t you worried about your fancy suit.”

Ralph started to undo his tie and said, “O that and everything else comes right off.”

I asked, “What! You want to get naked?”

He continued undressing and said, “It’s the best way.”

I asked, “And you think we can do what you want here?”

Dirty bastard said, “I fingered you here, we’re right here, there’s a bed right here so we can fuck right here.”

I had not mentioned the F word, Ralph was really being cocky and I said, “There was no mention of or an offer of a fuck Ralph.”

He had taken his tie and jacket off and put them on the back of the chair and he said, “Let’s just get started and see where it leads us to.”

He had taken his shirt off and that was on the chair too, he was a quick worker, for a sixty plus man he looked to be in good shape, he said, “Well…”

And again I said, “Cloe.”

He without batting an eyelid said, “Yes, young lady, are you going to let me see the canister.”

I presumed he referred to me and my body; he certainly had a way with words. I kicked off my shoes and unbuttoned my uniform. Okay, let’s give the old man a heart attack.

My knickers had a wet patch from before and my pussy had started to tingle. What was I doing, I must have been out of my mind and I said, “Ralph. I have a boyfriend.”

He had undone his belt and top button and unzipped himself, he looked up and said, “I have no doubt you have, is it just the one?”

‘Fucking arrogant bastard,’ I said, “Yes it’s just the one, what sort of girl do you take me for?”

He had taken off his shoes and socks and placed them under the table; he removed his trousers then folded them neatly and placed them onto the chair too.

He just had his boxers on; and I, although had undone my buttons had not taken off the uniform. Ralph came up to me and he parted the front and looked me up and down and said, “Now that’s what I call a vessel, very nice.”

He went behind me and slipped off my uniform; he placed it on the table. I was down to my bra and soiled knickers. Sunlight shone brightly onto my naked body, even more so, because Ralph had pulled back the net curtain. We could see straight through to the outside and therefore the outside could see straight through to the inside and us.

There was no one around outside, it did not concern me and most of the guests would probably be at lunch.

Ralph came back to in front of me; he stood tall, he took both my hands one in each of his and stepped back, he held my hands and out-stretched my arms and slightly wide. He looked me back up and down and said, “Young lady, you really are very beautiful. You seem to look after yourself, nice, very nice. I bet your boyfriend’s enjoy just looking at you. Do they not?”

I slightly giggled and said, “Ralph, you’re a dirty old man and I told you I only have one boyfriend, not lots.”

Ralph went on and said, “Ah yes, but even the one must admire your sheer elegance and freshness. I bet he gets his satisfaction on a daily basis.”

I smiled, a sarcastic smile and said, “Yes, well maybe he does and maybe…sometimes, twice a day.”

Ralph lowered my hands and walked behind me, I felt his fingers on my bra strap and he said, “May I?”

While he was stood in front of me I did not see any signs that he was aroused, had a stiffly or anything. I really did think he would have had that at least by then, if he actually could get it up at all. So maybe he will if he sees me totally naked.

I agreed and sort of tried to use his language and said, “Please unwrap the package.”

Ralph unclasped my bra; I was going to take it off when Ralph said, “O…Please…Allow me the satisfaction of the reveal.”

He walked round to the front, took hold of the straps on my shoulders and gently, slowly lowered them. My cups dropped, I held my arms out and he removed it. I didn’t have big tits, they are solid, firm and they are perky. My nipples stick up slightly, not very big, long or however you want to put it, but they do get very stiff when I’m aroused.

Ralph placed my bra on top of my uniform on the table and stepped back to me, he said, “Beautiful, you really are a very beautiful, very young, but not a very innocent creature, I’m sure.”

I wanted to see his ‘package.’ So I made a move towards him, to his boxers and said, “Come on Ralph, what you hiding in there.”

Ralph stepped back and said, “Well I suppose a look for a look is fair.

Shall I do the honours?”

He moved sideways and made some room between him and the bed and said, “Please take a seat…”

Again I said “Cloe, you’re about to show your willy to Cloe!”

I moved slowly towards him and said, “We’re only going to be looking you understand.”

Ralph just said, “Please,” and pointed with his open hand towards the bed.

I stepped towards the bed and sat down, I looked up and I had to look a fair way up, as he was tall, he was slim and his body did not tell the truth about his age.

He turned to face away from the widow, just slightly to his right. And from where I sat, I could not see his ding-a-ling. He removed his boxers and to my surprise he threw them onto the end of the bed. He then started to turn and it came into view.

My jaw dropped and my eyes were out on stalks.

Now, I thought I had done well when my boyfriend had an eight inch cock, rigid, upright ready to fuck. But Ralph’s ‘Willy’ was eight inches flaccid, it drooped. It was as wide as three of my fingers and it pointed straight south because of the weight of it.

I looked on in amazement and I looked up and said to Ralph, “Wow!”

I looked back down to it and the silence for the next minute felt eerie, I looked back up to him and asked, “Something wrong with you Ralph?”

He dropped his head, just bent from the neck, looked at his cock and said, “What do you mean young…”

I did not remind him of my name, I just stared at it, it did not move of flinch, he was not getting exited, my body did nothing to move his fishing rod, I asked, “Well, nice cock Ralph, but you really can’t do much with it as it is, is there something wrong with it.”

Ralph placed a hand on my head; he ruffled my hair and said, “Pretty…lady, so innocent, not everyman’s soldier stands to attention just by a mere gaze upon a young beauty.”

I asked, “So…are you gay?”

He slapped my head playfully and said, “No I’m not flipping gay, young lady, it needs a woman’s touch, a warm place to grow.”

He obviously meant me sucking him off, I looked up and said, “I told you we were only going to look, you’ve seen me and now I’ve seen you. That’s it.”

Granted, I really did want to see his cock in its full glory, but I shouldn’t go there, I mustn’t encourage him. I’d only just set eyes on the man less than an hour ago. But yeah, okay, he did have his finger up me in less than fifteen minutes. As I said he’s a slick worker.

I was about to stand when he placed a hand on my shoulder and said, “You’ve seen all of me, I have not seen all of you, it’s not fair.”

I should have stopped it before it went too far and I said, “You’ve seen more than enough old man, put your clothes back on.

Cheeky bastard then said, “You said I could have some more juice. And I’d like it straight from the container.”

I said, “No more juice for you, clothes on!”

I stood and walked to the table to retrieve my clothes, but Ralph took a step sideways in my path and stood firm, he said, “Remember Gary’s words, not mine, you’re the best and will see to ALL my needs.”

He bent down close to my ear and said in a whisper, “I know you want to see it stand up.”

He was right, the bastard, I did want to see it, I did want to see it pumped full of blood, I did want to see it hard and yes, fuck yes, I did want to touch and feel it in my hand.

We stood in silence, our eyes locked; it was almost like a stare out. Without moving my eyes, I reached for his cock; I took hold of it in my hand, fucking thing weighed a ton.

Oh fuck it felt nice, it was warm and soft to the touch. I did not stroke it; I just tightened and loosened my grip on his shaft, as if I squeezed a sponge.

And he flinched, his eyes closed slightly. And I felt a twinge in his cock, blood flowed to it, I kept squeezing it. I could not see it but it felt it had grown in size. When I had first held his cock my fingers had met and overlapped but then my fingers parted as it inflated, it become hard gradually and it was getting hotter. I took a couple of small steps back towards the bed, I pulled him along.

I was there; I felt the edge of the bed behind my knees. I wanted to see Ralph’s member, I sat down but kept my eyes fixed on his. I started to pump his cock, I think that was it, he had reached full hardness. He felt really hard in my hand, like it was made of steel.

And all that time my pussy wept, I was so wet; my pussy sent me cravings that only that cock could reach to scratch.

I broke contact with his eyes and slowly lowered them to his cock. I had it pointing towards me; it was straight in line with my mouth. I could not asses his length nor could I see his cock-head, it was covered by his foreskin. I pushed back the skin to reveal his huge leaking cock-head.

There was only one thing to do, I could not stop fate and it was a basic instinct. I opened my mouth; my tongue came out like a cobra from its basket and licked the head. I licked his pre-cum off and my tongue went back in to savour the taste.

I put my other hand on his cock and started to stroke him very slowly; I brought his foreskin over the head and then back again. More pre-cum ejected, I took his cock-head into my mouth and twirled my tongue around it. I stroked him and sucked him for quite some time, I increased my movements and I was amazed he had not cum.

My boyfriend had never lasted that long on my blow-jobs. I continued with great gusto.

There he was naked, stood tall, hands on hips with his cock horizontal between my two hands. It was like I was playing the Saxophone, Ralph’s SEX-ophone. All the time I blew him off, he never moved his hips forward, he just stood there still, like a bronzed statue.

Ralph asked for a fuck in the strangest way, he said, “Would you allow my sausage to be smothered in your gravy juice?”

I knew all too well I should not be doing what we were doing, I knew all too well if caught I would be fired, I knew all too well if I did not get this thing in me then I would forever live my life wondering, regretting and well…just feeling sorry I never tried.

I took Ralph out of my mouth, still looked at his cock and said, “Would you like to fuck me? Is that your way of asking Ralph?”

Ralph’s ultra-egotistical male chauvinism shone through as he said, “Dear girl, every woman who’s seen my cock, has wanted it in them as quick as you can say ‘Ralph’s got a big cock.’ I undoubtedly think you are in the same boat.”

I looked up and said, “You really are sure of yourself aren’t you old man?”

I did want his egotistical cock; I wanted to know how it would feel in me. I let it go but not before I gave it a heavy suck. I pushed back his foreskin; I stuck his big nob in my mouth, I let go of it from my hands and sucked it really hard. I swished my tongue around it and then spat it out. Fuck it felt so good.

I wanted that cock, I did not care how he did it I wanted it in me and I was so fucking turned on I wanted it there and then.

As I stood I removed my panties and threw them over to where Ralph had thrown his boxers, and they actually landed right on top.

We were again stood toe to toe and faced each other; I had a hold of his cock and gently stroked it. I was not sure if Ralph actually knew any sexual positions, so I asked, “So old man, how does this thing enter a woman?”

He pushed me aside gently and made his way onto the bed and as he lay down he said, “You’re on top…”

I said, “Fuckin’ hell Ralph, its Cloe, Cloe.”

He reached out with his hand and said, “But first I need my drink!”

He lay with his head to the window, he was stretched out and for some reason he seemed taller, longer and the amazing thing was his cock stood straight up from his body like a flag pole.

He held out his hand, like a true gentleman, I took hold of it and climbed onto the bed. I flung my leg over and knocked his cock on the way, but it stood right back up.

I was sat on his chest and I moved up to his head and placed my pussy onto his mouth. He had his tongue out already and as soon as I placed my pussy there, his tongue went straight into my slit. Fuck he had a long tongue, it probed deep, my pussy watered and it almost instantly started to relinquish its juices.

His tongue was not only long but it was rough in texture and it felt fantastic as it flicked my clit up and down, side to side.

I moved my hips, I ground my pussy into his mouth and I had a hold of his hair, clutched in both fists. I had my eyes closed and as I opened them very slightly, a fuzzy face stared at me through the window. I focused my eyes and saw it was Mrs Walters; she was the eldest guest in the home, at ninety three. She had her hands cupped around her face as she peered through and looked straight at my face.

Oh god I couldn’t stop, no way I wanted it to stop, ‘Oh fuck, oh fuck’ I had an orgasm and Ralph lapped me up.

Mrs Walters shook her head and walked away.

I moved my pussy away from his face and slid down his chest. As I moved Ralph said, “Your juice is just the right vintage, tastes very young, but, somehow mature, very palatable.

I slid lower and felt his big cock on my arse. I pushed his cock down with my arse as I slid lower.

It sprang up, I was astride him, I sat on his thighs, and my knees bent, his cock right up against my belly, fuck it went past my navel. I rose up so I was up onto my knees and it wasn’t high enough. Ralph offered his hand again and I held it to help me up, my pussy was ringing wet. I brushed my pussy across his big nob, several times.

I placed my opening at the tip of Ralph’s big nob and started to lower myself, I had to push hard to get that big head in and ‘Oh my fucking god, Bingo,’ he was in me a couple of inches. I was then on my knees, Ralph held out his other hand, I grabbed it and continued with my descent.

I looked at Ralph, he looked at his cock which was disappearing up into me, he said, “Young lady…Cloe, take your time, no rush.”

I was so wet, it was not a problem getting him in, but he stretched me, I felt my pussy expand and then contract around Ralph’s cock, every inch on its entry into me felt glorious. I felt his huge nob as it punched its way through making room for the shaft that followed.

I bounced up and down a couple of times and then, ‘Holy Jesus,’ I was down, I had him fully in me; I had consumed Ralph’s whole cock.

I rose and fell slowly, I looked down and as I rose I saw my inner pussy being pulled out of me, it felt amazing, a feeling I had never ever got from my boyfriend’s cock, or the other two boys I had had sex with.

I let go of his hands and placed them on his chest, Ralph placed both hands on my arse. He for the first time started to buck up his hips and although I could not fully retract his cock, I moved quicker and quicker, we started to fuck like a real good fuck should be. And I was still in shock that I was fucking a sixty six year old man.

We had been fucking for just three minutes when I got my second orgasm, oh it felt so good. After I rode through it I opened my eyes and saw Ralph’s face, he had a massive grin and actually started to bang my pussy harder.

We fucked and fucked; I am usually not that vocal when I’m being fucked, but that cock was something else, I could not help but emit cries of pleasure throughout our fucking. I went through another hip shaking body rocking orgasm, ‘fuck, fuck, fuck.’

I raised my head to look at Ralph, but a movement through the window above his head caught my eye. It was Mr O’Leary, another guest at the home. He was a similar age to Ralph, but had memory problems. He watched us through the window; I kept fucking as Mr O’Leary looked at me, and I at him. I put a finger up to my lips. But for the window we were just two feet apart and after a minute he held up his thumb and walked on.

Oh my god, he gave me another orgasm each new one felt deeper and more wrenching than the last. I was on my umpteenth orgasm, I had never had that many ever before, but the bigger shock was that he had not cum yet, we…he just kept fucking me and fucking me.

I was so lost in the throes of yet another fab orgasm that I did not hear the door open. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a figure, it moved. I turned my head and for a second I thought it was Gary. But thankfully it was not, it was Grace, as I looked at her she asked, “Have you seen my glasses dear?”

Ralph did not seem concerned and did not miss a stroke, he just kept pumping me.

I Said to Grace, “They must be in your room, have you looked in there?”

Poor Grace, probably did not understand what I had said, she came close to the bed and squinted her eyes then she said to me, “Are you doing your exercises?”

I was breathing heavily and almost on the verge of another orgasm, my body shook and sent shocks throughout. My eyes closed and I had to force them open to look at Grace and I said, “Sit down Grace; I’ll help you look for them in a while, after I’ve seen to Ralph’s needs.”

Grace looked over to Ralph on the bed and said, “So you’re the new man in this room. Are you having a lie down, have you had a long journey?”

Grace placed a hand on my back and said, “Aren’t you cold dear?”

Ralph had worked out that Grace’s hearing was not that good, and the sarcastic bastard said, “Sit tight Grace, you can have a ride in a minute.”

I said to Grace, “Look there’s a chair sit down and I’ll help in a bit.”

I then turned to Ralph, I slapped his chest and said, “Fuckin’ shut up, don’t talk to her like that.”

And as soon as I said that, Ralph grabbed my arse cheeks hard in his hands and took long, deep thrusts hard into me and said, “I was only joking, I don’t think I’d like her vintage anyhow.”

Oh god, fuck, I loved the way his cock felt in me, how could that ‘antique’ of a man fuck like that?

I rose up and rode Ralph, my pussy juices flowed freely and my orgasms came frequently. I had my eyes closed and my head looked up. I felt Ralph’s thumb on my clit and he flicked it just so right.

I looked across to Grace, she was sat on the chair and had Ralph’s tie in her hand and she looked at it and then placed it onto the table. She then turned and watched us.

God, I had never been fucked that long before. Just as my pussy was about to explode again, Ralph’s movements slowed, he pushed his cock deep and carried me up high and I actually felt his cock expand as he released his first cum load, it felt like it was going to shoot out of my mouth.

I had no control over my vocal level and I shouted out on Ralph’s second massive load, “Oh god, fuck yes.”

Ralph’s cock surged with cum; it was like if a tap had been opened to fill up a beaker.

And I heard a voice, Grace’s voice say, “Oh my, are you okay dear.”

I had not got the strength to answer her back in a coherent way, my vocal cords had gone into auto speak and they shouted out, “Jesus fuckin’ fuck.”

Ralph’s cock was so fucking deep, so fucking hard, my cunt walls contracted in wild spasms, as he white washed my inner being. His endless shots fired and fired.

Even though my cunt had made a perfect seal around his massive girth, I felt his cum had leaked past with the pressure he created with the amount of cum he had released.

‘Oh fuck, oh fuck.’ He had finally stopped and then slowly lowered his hips with me on board to the bed. I flopped onto his chest, we both panted; lost for words, I was glad he was lost for words.

I did not see Grace get up, she was behind me, and I heard her ask “Does it hurt dear?”

I was in no position to speak, I just lay there. Grace came up to my face and said, “It’s a bit of a mess down there dear, you’ll have to change the sheets.”

She went back to the table, then turned around and said, “You finish your workout dear, I’ll fetch the sheets.”

I had absolutely finished with that workout, there was no way I could have gone another five minutes without passing out.

Ralph had his arms around me and hugged me gently, he said, “Now let me have some lunch, and a snooze for a couple of hours, then I’ll be good to go again.”

I raised my head and looked at him and said, “Fuck off Ralph; you’ll not get that back up for another three days at least.”

He did not say anything, he’s cock softened and I felt it slip out. He did make a fucking mess down there and that was not from his cum, he had made a mess of my pussy too, it would never be right for any other cock.

We cleaned up and Ralph got his lunch, I cleaned up the room, sheets and all. My shift was well and truly over. And on my way out Gary had come back and asked, “Is Ralph happy? I hope you made him feel at home!”

***

Ralph was happy, I was ecstatic; we fucked every other day when I was on shift. But we had to be quick. On a lot of occasions when I knew my boyfriend was at work, I brought Ralph back to my place with an excuse to Gary.

We could let off a lot of steam then, especially me; I always got a sore throat after our sessions at home.

Sadly Ralph passed away two months later, from a stroke.