The Care Home - Sex Stories

The Care Home

... 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 ...