The Care Home - Sex Stories

The Care Home

... 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.” ...