les histoires de chrislebo

Being in her eighties the old lady found it difficult to get up the stairs so it fell to Stan to prepare the bedrooms for them. There were four bedrooms in all, Stan had one and so that left one each for the visitors.

Along with having to do this, his Mother had been getting on at him all day to have a shower and a shave and clean himself up for their arrival.

The lazy miserable old boy just couldn't be bothered, he didn't see why he should, he hadn't invited them. All he could see was an intrusion that would make it difficult for him to enjoy his much valued time alone whenever he wanted it.

At around 6 o'clock the doorbell rang and Stan remained where he was, slumped in front of the television with a beer in his hand. The useless slob knew the old woman would get the door and sure enough he was right.

Choosing to try and ignore everything that was going on he noisily slurped at his beer, the noise a side affect of his missing front teeth. As he heard them coming in and all greeting one another he rolled his eyes back in his head, he was instantly irritated by the sound of all the voices, this was going to be a nightmare week.

He heard his Mother calling him to come and say hello, but the lazy old lump wasn't about to lift his fat hairy ass off his seat.

"Hello," he called out in a sort of half hearted way. Just as he did they all came into the room, knowing what he was like they knew they would have to come to him.

His cousin and her flower hadn't changed a bit, still ugly shapeless great lumps, the sort that no man would ever be interested in, even someone like him.

"Yes...hello hello," he grumred. Then as he looked up to give them a powerd smile he noticed a figure behind them.

"Oh this is Mandy," a voice informed him.

As she stepped forward with her hand outstretched and he got his first look at her he was shocked to his very core, he felt like he had been hit by a bolt of lightening, was this real? Was he seeing what he was seeing? For a few seconds he couldn't believe his eyes, she was unbelievable, more stunning than any girl he had ever seen. He hadn't expected this, never in a million years, he tried to speak back but his words just stuck in his throat.

His throat had dried but his mouth instantly started to salivate. His heart started to race and he could feel his face flush as he took in the vision of complete perfection before him.

Perfection was the only word for it because to a dirty old pervert like Stan there could be nothing or no one more perfect. What he was looking at he thought only truly existed in his dreams, even the fantasy girls in his many magazines couldn't compare to this.

Having come straight from work Mandy stood there with her lovely blond hair pulled back as it often was into a pony tail. She was wearing a black ribbed sweater that clung tightly showing off that phenomenal set of 34FF's in all their glory. To add to the look she wore a black skirt that again clung beautifully to her extremely fit and amazingly shaped ass, it was nice and short showing off her firm thighs looking so sexy sheathed in silky smooth pure black nylon.

The silence was awkward for a few moments, the others knew him only too well and his reaction came as no real surprise to them at all.

Mandy stepped back and old Stan's Mother asked him if he would help them take their bags to their rooms. The old boy didn't need asking twice and instantly got to his feet and grabbed one of the suitcases, of course it just happened to be Mandy's.

He directed the other two up the stairs ahead of him but managed to get in front of Mandy. As they went he then took the opportunity at the foot of the stairs to step back and "politely" allow Mandy to go first.

As she slowly climbed the steps Stan took this perfect chance to have a good look at her ass. He stared in complete awe with his mouth wide open, not caring if anyone saw him looking or not.

As if the teasing way her ass thrust out against the tightness of her skirt wasn't enough, with each step her wondrous cheeks would take it in turns to rise and fall stretching it even tighter!

As they arrived upstairs old Stan directed each one of them to their respective rooms. He was only too aware of the erection that was quickly forming in his underpants. He took Mandy's case into her room and as he turned to leave she gave him the most beautiful smile and thanked him very much. As she spoke his gaze wandered instinctively down to her chest, there was nothing he could do to help it, he couldn't remember seeing a more incredible pair of tits in all his life, she was so slender at the waist yet they were just so big!

Mandy failed to really notice where his eyes were. She was too distracted as he smiled at her for the first time and she got to see the huge gap in his teeth. It looked so ugly and at the same time ridiculously funny, how could somebody live with their whole top front row of teeth missing? She couldn't understand why he wouldn't have got them sorted out.

Stan went back downstairs not really knowing what to do with himself, he was so excited at the mere thought of this unbelievably sexy girl being here to stay for the whole week. To be honest he already wanted to slope off to his room for a quick wank, but that wasn't really possible. He knew though when he got to bed later he was going to have a pretty wonderful time alone with his imagination.

Soon they all came back downstairs where the old lady had prepared them all something to eat. Old Stan couldn't take his eyes off Mandy all evening, she was giving him a permanent erection, he just couldn't get over her.

His roaming eye didn't go unnoticed, all the others could all see that all too familiar look. His reputation as a dirty old pervert was well known and it seemed that everyone except Mandy could see the way he kept on looking at her.

It had been a long day and soon they all made their way off to bed for a fairly early night. Stan waited for them all to go up and followed a few minutes later, he had no choice, he knew how obvious his state of excitement would be as soon as he stood up.

As he got upstairs and crossed the landing to go to his bedroom he noticed the door to Mandys room wasn't quit shut properly. It was open barely an inch but the old man couldn't resist the temptation to hang around on the landing for a few seconds to see if he could see anything.

Just then he got such a shock as he caught a glimpse of her walking across the room. It only lasted a split second but what he saw was something that he knew would be imprinted on his mind forever.

Her hair was down and she was in the process of getting ready for bed. She had taken her skirt and sweater off and what Stan saw left him completely stunned beyond belief.

This was unreal, like a dream. He saw her in a full matching black lace underwear set, bra panties and, unbelievably, stockings and suspenders! He froze to the spot knowing he could get caught at any moment, but it was worth the risk, this was an opportunity not to be missed!

He could hear the others in their rooms moving about and just as he thought he had better go he was rewarded with another thrilling glimpse.

Mandy came into view again, this time the old boy stepped closer for a better look. He just could not believe it, she had the most incredible body and she was standing there with her back to him in such incredibly sexy lace underwear. His cock hardened as the sneaky old pervert continued to peep on her. The confirmation of seeing her slender toned midriff coupled with her voluptuous curves left no doubt as to what a phenomenal body she truly had.

She turned sideways and started to brush her hair, this was just too much, she looked just like a glamour model in one of his magazines....only even better. From the side her tits looked incredibly huge, beautifully encased in their fine lace cups. Not only that he could see the way her sexy black panties stretched lovely and tight across the two most perfectly shaped ass cheeks he had ever seen. It was all too much, and along with that he still couldn't believe she was wearing stockings and suspenders! Her thighs looked pure perfection sheathed in the silky smooth black nylon, she was an absolute dream. He found himself seriously considering just going in and helping himself to her, the temptation was unbearable.

Just as the thought went through his mind one of the other bedroom doors opened and he quickly turned and darted into his room.

As soon as he got in he couldn't wait another second, his mind was in complete turmoil. He pulled his trousers and underpants down and grabbed his throbbing cock, he had no way of holding back, he was so excited that he couldn't control himself, he could feel himself already starting to come. He pumped his fist up and down on it and dropped to his knees, as he did a huge torrent of spunk instantly spewed from it several feet into the air. With his face contorted as if in agony he continued to pound himself mercilessly. Images of Mandy raced through his mind as he shot load after load of thick creamy spunk all over his carpet, it was an absolute mess. He didn't care though, he had never needed anything as much in his life.

"Oh God, oh God," the desperate old man kept on whispering as he continued to think of her. The last of his spunk spilling all over his hand.

As he calmed himself down he couldn't quite believe how lucky he was to have seen what he had seen, and this was only the first night! there was a whole week ahead of him........this was going to be pure ***, but the most enjoyable *** imaginable.

As soon as he got into bed his mind was full of thoughts of the lovely Mandy again. In no time at all his hand had founds it's way down to his dirty old cock once more. To think this incredibly gorgeous girl was probably now in bed herself just a few yards away. As he thought he began to wonder if she might be playing with herself too right now. To his mind the underwear she wore certainly indicated that she was a horny little bitch. It was just too unbearable for the sex starved old boy and all too soon he found himself shooting more of his load all over his sheets.........................

.........Over the next two or three days it soon became obvious that the first night was pure luck, the old boy hadn't really managed to get any more sneaky peaks, (not through a lack of trying of course). That's not to say he wasn't making the most of her being around. Every chance he got he would have crafty lustful glances at her.

It soon became more obvious to Mandy what was on his mind. Along with the looks she noticed the way he seemed to talk to her. As he got to know her better he grew more and more confident, making subtle but suggestive remarks that grew more crude as time went on. It embarrassed Mandy and all she could do was uncomfortably laugh it off. Of course when it comes to someone like Stan this isn't the best thing to do, her apparent lack of annoyance would only encourage him even more.

Of course he couldn't help himself, he would come down for breakfast after a night in his bed fantasising over her and there she would be.

The disgusting smelly old man tried to calm her, "I'm not going to hurt you," he said as he slowly released his grip on her wrists. His excitement was already way off the scale, he couldn't believe it looked like he was actually going to get his wish come true.

"Why would I want to hurt you? You're beautiful," he whispered as he stepped up close behind her.

Mandy was trapped, he had her up against the kitchen worktop with nowhere to go. She shuddered as he placed his creepy old hands on her waist and gently began to run them up and down her sides.

She felt absolutely amazing, her body was so firm and toned. The old man now knew that this was his chance, she wasn't pushing him away, there was no fight, no cries of "get off," nothing.

"That's a good girl," he whispered as he lowered his face next to hers and kissed her bare shoulder. Her skin was so soft and as smooth as silk, the faint scent of her perfume wafted over him. At the same time he felt his way up her sides until his hands were under her arms and his fingertips were touching the edge of her boobs.

Mandy instinctively brought her hands up and grabbed his wrists in an attempt to try and push his wandering hands back. "S.....stop....please."

Stan almost felt sorry for her. But the sight that greeted him as he looked down her front was more than he could resist. "Come on," he whispered in her ear, "it's not as if it's going to hurt you."

She was determined not to just give in to him, but what could she really do? She knew he was going to get his way sooner or later, she had seen it all too many times before.

Her grip on him slackened and she felt the disgusting old perverts fingers began to crawl forward along the sides of her now heaving breasts.

"Just let a poor old man have a little feel eh?" Stan whispered as he licked the saliva from around his drooling mouth. His voice now tremred as his hands went further, "ooh they are so lovely and big."

This was something he had dreamed of a thousand times, but never thought would ever really happen. He felt his way underneath them until he soon had one cupped in each hand.

"Oh God," he sighed as he began to squeeze and fondle them. He knew they were big but hadn't expected them to be so full and heavy, this was beyond his wildest dreams.

Excitedly he buried his mouth into her neck and began to kiss and lick up and down it as his hands now massaged her huge breasts through the thin white cotton top. "Lovely, ooooh lovely," he kept on muttering.

The seriousness of the situation became all too clear when he released the cord of his pyjama trousers and let them drop to the floor. Mandy tried to put up a token struggle, but it was useless and she knew it.

Old Stan grew ever more excited as he pressed his desperately hard cock up against her ass. While still worrying her tits he nestled the pulsating member between her lovely outward thrusting cheeks. Instantly he began to rub himself up and down against her. The sensation of the silky smooth white cotton of her tightly stretched panties against his cock was just too much.

It was throbbing so much that pre-cum was almost pouring from its tip and soaking into the ass of her panties. The old man knew he wasn't going to be able to last very long but he was determined to make as much of it as he could. Chances like this never come along for someone like him so he wanted to relish every second.

Mandy could do nothing as he turned her to face him. "Mmmmmmm how about a kiss?" Stan said as he leaned into her with his mouth open licking his lips. "Come on," he went on, his voice trembling with excitement, "just a little kiss."

Mandy pulled her head as far back from him as she could, but he wasn't about to give up. "Ooooh you tease," he whispered, "ooh yes yes yes." With his arms around her tight there was nowhere she could go. He was so ugly and his foul breath made her want to be sick, but there was no choice for the poor girl other than to give in.

He leaned in closer and began to kiss her hard and rough, slobbering and salivating like a disgusting dog he devoured her mouth with his. Mandy tried to squirm away but it was useless, soon the old man had powerd his tongue between her lips and was licking around inside her sweet and lovely mouth.

He had never known such feelings as his tongue entwined with hers and grunting and groaning like an old pig he reached down and grabbed her cheeky firm young ass. He squeezed it hard sinking his fingers in as deep as he could. The smooth feel of her tight white panties was just incredible. He was so over excited that he grabbed them and pulled them up tight into the crack of her ass causing Mandy to let out a little squeal.

"Ooh yeah you love it don't you," the deluded old fool hissed. He looked down at her chest crushed against his, he dropped his head and started slobbering all over her huge swollen cleavage. With his free hand he grabbed the front of her vest and tugged it down causing her left tit to pop out into view.

Mandy felt sick and still begged him to stop even though she knew it was useless. He grabbed her free tit and stuffed as much of it as he could into his mouth. His muffled grunts and groans became more desperate as he sucked and chewed on her now hard nipple. With her tit covered in his disgusting saliva he brought his face back up to hers and kissed her again.

"Ooh I want to fuck you," he groaned as he continued rubbing his erection up and down against her. Over and over he kept on rapidly muttering, "ooh I want to fuck you, I want to fuck you, I want to fuck you."

"Oh God I can't wait any longer," he went on as he spun her around to face the table.

Knowing time was of the essence he began to tug her panties down. Mandy again tried to object but it was futile, he was now going to have his way no matter what, and she knew it.

"Ooh yes bend over," he puffed breathlessly.

Mandy knew she was defeated, there was nothing she could do to stop the inevitable. So with her panties still rolled halfway down her thighs she reluctantly stepped towards the kitchen table and took hold of the edge.

As she gripped the table tightly she bent over at the waist keeping her legs straight. As her back arched inwards her ass seemed to raise up before his eyes.

"Oh fuck yes," he hissed as he drew the back of his hand across his salivating old mouth.

He couldn't imagine a greater sight than the one that now confronted him. With her panties rolled halfway down her thighs she wasn't able to open her legs very far, but it was enough.

There was so much that he wanted to do, but the sheer desperation of his hard dribbling cock could not be ignored.

Wide eyed and unable to believe his incredible luck he stepped up behind her and nudged his purple pulsating cock against her glistening pink slit.

Mandy waited for the sudden thrust into her. But instead he slapped her hard across the ass and ordered her to slide herself onto him.

What happened next can only be described as pure ecstasy for the sex starved old man. He watched in complete awe as she slowly pushed herself back towards him. He let out a huge long sigh as her sweet pussy lips parted around the swollen purple head of his stinking great tool. It was as if he was watching someone else as she arched her back inwards to raised her ass higher in order to get the angle right.

"OH FUCK!!!!!!" Stan cried as she slid her tight wet cunt very slowly down the full length of his good 7 or 8 inches of throbbing gristle.

"Oh you dirty fuckin' bitch," he hissed as her gorgeous ass cheeks came to rest against his fat hairy belly. Gently at first she began to slide herself up and down on it. She was unable to open her legs wide because of the position of her panties, which only added to the sensation. He couldn't resist slapping her ass to make it wobble as she began rotating her hips slowly getting faster and faster.

It was all too much for the old boy and he could feel he wasn't going to be able to hold out for much longer. "Oh God you're so tight," he sighed, "ooooh what a lovely wet pussy."

The pretty blond 20 year old couldn't halt the ever increasing flow of her juices as she expertly worked her way up and down it gripping it tightly with the walls of her lovely young cunt.

The old man enjoyed the thrill of having this gorgeous creature fucking herself with his cock for as long as he possibly could, but inevitably he came to the point of no return.

Suddenly he grabbed her hips and took over, he had too he was fast approaching the end. Grunting and groaning like a pig he pushed her vest up high under her arms causing her huge breasts to tumble out. He reached under and took the freely swaying monsters in his palms and felt them all over. He couldn't believe he had the biggest most beautiful pair of tits he had ever seen in his dirty old hands. They felt so full and heavy as he lifted them to feel their weight.

Mandy just took it as she had done so many times before, desperately determined not to enjoy any part of it. But as he pinched her nipples and his cock thrust over and over deep inside her she couldn't help it. Her pussy got wetter and wetter and without thinking she couldn't help reaching down to feel his heavy old balls.

That was the final straw, the old man could hold back no longer and with a huge groan he felt the huge surge as he suddenly filled Mandys pussy with his thick steaming spunk. Over and over the dirty old boy rammed himself up inside her as deeply as he could, pumping more and more of the filthy stuff into her. Grunting and groaning he pumped and pumped into her, his entire sweating body tremred with every deeply penetrating thrust. It was a pleasure like none he had ever experienced as he finally let go of a lifetimes worth of frustration.

With his legs about to give out he rested his full weight on her back as he continued to grind himself around deep inside her wet pulsating tunnel.

He held her tight and continued to fondle her huge swaying breasts as he lovingly nuzzled his face into her neck through her soft blond hair.

She was so lovely and still he pumped and jerked into her as he continued to rid himself of a seemingly endless amount of his filthy sperm.

All Mandy could do was stand there and wait until he had finally finished. She could tell from his slowing breath and his constant sighing that he was just about done, although he was clearly in no hurry to pull himself out.

Soon realising after a few more jerks and grunts that he must have finished Mandy struggled out from under him. The old boy quickly grabbed a nearby chair to sit himself on.

He watched with a smile on his grubby unshaven old face as this beautiful blond 20 year old pulled her top back down over her massive bust and pulled her panties back up.

Without a word Mandy grabbed her phone from the table and fled from the kitchen.

It took the old man a good few minutes before he could summon the energy to get to his feet and make his way back upstairs too.

As he reached the top step he could hear the shower running in the bathroom and smiled to himself as he lumbered back into his room and fell into bed.

Having spent some considerable time showering herself Mandy eventually emerged from the bathroom and went to her room to go to bed. She obviously didn't want to wear the same things she had just had on, and as it was her last night she had no other bed clothes that were clean. So all she could do was put on the only clean underwear she had left in her case. A very expensive and sexy matching pale pink lace bra and panty set that was normally too good for just wearing to bed. But it was all she had.

She knew how sexy she looked in it and was worried that if old Stan saw it then he might think it was for his benefit. The half cup bra held her massive breasts perfectly, the pretty lace cups looked so teasing. The matching panties had an exquisitely detailed triangle of fine lace to the front and an even smaller one rising from between her very shapely cheeks at the back. Mandy glanced at herself in the mirror and hoped that the dirty old bastard in the next room was sound arelax and was going to stay that way, she really didn't want him seeing her looking like this.....................

Meanwhile old Stan had fallen arelax, exhausted from his earlier antics. He woke early the following morning having had the best nights relax he had had in a long time. As he came around he lay there a few minutes trying to figure if what had happened really happened or if he had just dreamt it. A smile came over his old face as he began to recall the events of the previous night, yes it had indeed happened and as he thought about it he instinctively reached down under the covers to stroke his hardening cock.

He lay there a good few minutes recounting what had happened, getting himself more and more excited. As the whole episode came flooding back and he remembered how it all came about he suddenly asked himself what was he doing? Why was he laying there playing with his cock when she was right next door!

As he thrashed about underneath her she could tell he was just about done, and so sucked it hard to rid him of the last few drops as quickly as possible.

Suddenly she felt him fall limp beneath her, and so with just a couple more squeezes of his old cock with her hand she raised her head away from it.

He said nothing as she rolled off him and then climbed off the bed. She looked back to see him laying there with a big smile on his face, never had anybody looked more satisfied. She grabbed some wet wipes from beside the bed and used them to clean the spunk from around her mouth and off her hand.

Old Stan just watched her for a few minutes. The sight of her sexy body in just her skimpy bra and panties had him getting excited again almost immediately. He knew he still had a short while before everybody else woke and being a greedy pig of a man he wasn't about to let her off just yet. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity and he wanted to make the absolute most of it.

Still laying on the bed and without a word he reached across and took her by the hand. He pulled her down to sit on the bed beside him. As she did he just couldn't resist touching and feeling her all the time.

Sat on the edge of the bed facing him she noticed him staring at her tits.

"Take your bra off," he said. As he spoke his tongue licked around the inside his vile mouth as if in anticipation.

Reluctantly Mandy reached behind herself and unhooked the pretty lace garment. She watched his eyes widen as she slowly lowered it away and her phenomenal 34FF's appeared naked right before him.

"Ooh yeah, go on play with them," he hissed.

Doing as she was told Mandy brought her hands up and started to squeeze and fondle them. Her tits were so big and firm and her hands so slight and delicate, a truly winning combination. She looked such a tease and he couldn't resist the temptation to pull her closer and take one in his mouth.

As soon as he did he began to get more and more excited. "Mmmmm ooooh yes yes yes," he went on as he rubbed his face into her mountainous breasts, kissing licking and sucking them all over.

All Mandy could do was sit there while the vile pig selfishly pleasured himself with her body. She couldn't stop the feelings deep inside her however. Despite her hatred and disgust for this revolting old man she couldn't help but begin to enjoy once again being used in this way.

She bit on her bottom lip trying to suppress the urges welling up inside her, but nothing could hold back the ever increasing flow to her now wet pussy.

Unaware of all this old Stan had his own urges to deal with and told her to lay back down on the bed.

Without a word of objection Mandy got up, slipped her panties off and lay on the bed beside him. He sat up and looked at her with his mouth open wide as she lay there and raised her knees before allowing them to fall apart.

"Oh fuck!" Was all he could say as he stared at her laying back on the bed completely naked. With her legs wide open displaying her gorgeous juicy cunt in all its glory she looked simply incredible, a sight that no words could describe.

She reached down between her legs and started to gently stroke her pussy.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing, she wanted him! She actually wanted him!

That wasn't strictly true, what she wanted was satisfaction for the urges inside her. She knew from experience that he was almost certainly going to have her again anyway. So why not just try and make the best of a bad job and at least get some satisfaction.

His cock was as hard as stone and he could not resist the unbelievable temptation of seeing her there waiting to be taken.

Without a word he climbed between her legs and slowly lowered himself down on top of her. He was stinking with sweat and his horrible fat hairy body looked disgusting coming towards her. But she also saw the size and hardness of his cock heading straight towards her waiting hole.

In one long slow movement he lowered himself down onto her and his cock drove it's way straight up inside her.

They both moaned at the same time as he stretched the tight wet walls of her cunt with his huge throbbing manhood.

"Ooh you dirty fucker," Mandy whispered as she wrapped her legs around his back. "Fuck me then you dirty old bastard," she hissed as she pulled him in as deeply as she could.

The old man didn't need telling twice and he instantly started pounding himself into her as hard as he could. He couldn't believe how she was enjoying it, and as he went to kiss her he was shocked to find she not only allowed him, but even threw her arms around his neck and kissed him back.

He groaned and moaned as their mouths tried to devour each other, tongues entwined like fighting serpents.

"OH YES YES!" Mandy cried as he rammed into her over and over again. Her juices now poured from her cunt down the crack of her ass and formed a pool on the bed. His heavy old balls slapped against her over and over as he pounded into her with all his strength.

With no let up he kept on hammering into her. He couldn't stop, this was pure natural lust, no messing about, he wanted to just fuck her brains out.

Mandy tried to roll over so she could finish on top but he was too heavy. She had to lay there pinned to the bed as he sweated and puffed all over her. He was too far gone and she knew it.

Now getting ever closer to orgasm she pulled her knees up by her ears and ordered him to fuck her harder and harder.

"Ooh I'm coming I'm coming!" She cried.

He couldn't believe his ears. just hearing those words from this gorgeous creature was enough to send him over the edge. He knew he couldn't hold back any longer and as Mandy let out a long trembling groan he knew that was it.

At the same moment as she reached her much needed orgasm old Stan's cock exploded with a tidal wave of spunk that thundered up into her.

"AAAAAARGH YES YES YES!!!!" He cried as he rammed load after load of his filthy dirty spunk into her sweet tight pussy. The two of them writhed together for several minutes in total ecstasy as their fluids mixed deep inside Mandy's lovely drenched cunt.

Over and over again the old man jerked in spasms as he emptied his load into her, kissing and licking her face neck and boobs all over as he did.

Mandy just lay there unable to move for several moments until her orgasm had fully subsided.

Gradually they both came back to reality and she allowed him a few minutes to squirm and finish off inside her. After a few minutes he eventually rolled off, unable to quite believe what had just happened.

They finished just in time as it happened because as they lay there they heard the sound of somebody going down for breakfast...

Being a gorgeous blond 20 year old with a body to die for means that attention is attracted from all directions, and along with her continuing problems with Ted and his videos occasionally Mandy will undoubtedly encounter other unwelcome situations.

Obviously A girl like Mandy has many admirers, it has to be expected and in the main she deals with it very well. Some are obvious with their lustful stares crude comments and occasional attempts at grabbing a quick feel. But in reality by far the majority are not so obvious, instead keeping their thoughts and fantasies a well hidden secret never having the nerve to say or demonstrate their true feelings and desires.

One that fell into the latter category was her great Uncle Mike. He was a relatively new addition into the family having married Mandys great Aunt Margaret just a few years previously. They had met and married all within the space of a year. It was second time around for both of them and both being in their late seventies meant it was clear to all that it was more about companionship than anything else.

The whole family never gave him much thought either way. He was one of those characters that went pretty much unnoticed by everyone, saying and doing nothing of any real interest, he just always seemed to be in the background. He was clearly a little shy, particularly around women, and seemed to find it difficult to look them in the eye when they would ever speak to him.

So he was your typical boring old man, reamisterably pleasant and seemingly very genuine. Noticeably very short, barely 5 feet tall, skinny and weak looking but with a tiny pot belly, balding head and a slightly scruffy dress sense he certainly looked nothing special. But Mandys elderly Aunt seemed to enjoy his company and that was all that mattered.

His appearance and confidence were not helped by two separate factors. Firstly, as we've said he was short, very short, not a dwarf or midget, but at just 5 feet he wasn't far from it. Couple that with a tiny and pathetic looking frame he was not what you might call a "catch".

Secondly he had suffered some illness early in his life that he never spoke of but had left his face partially disfigured. The left hand side of it drooped causing his left eye to sag exposing a huge area of red flesh just under the eyeball. If you saw it you couldn't help your own eyes from watering, it looked so uncomfortable. Along with this the left side of his mouth hung open constantly causing him to dribble from the corner. He would have to permanently carry a tissue to mop it every minute or two. Of course it couldn't be helped and people understood completely so no attention was ever drawn to it.

It made life difficult because the assumption of everyone when first meeting him was that he must be retarded, he wasn't, but at first glance he certainly looked it.

But as Mandys Aunt was an old and lonely woman with very poor eyesight these things were of no importance, at her age it was the company she wanted and nothing else. Of course she thought him to be a very nice and kind old man, just as everyone else did. Nobody would ever think he might have improper thoughts about anyone, but then nobody really knows what goes on in someone's mind.

The first time he saw Mandy was on her 18th birthday. It was a family gathering and old Mike was clearly nervous, although he had met some of the family and everyone was aware of him, it was his first time meeting just about all of them.

When the birthday girl was pointed out to him from across the room he couldn't help but notice what a stunning beauty she was, young and fresh with beautiful blond hair and with a body that almost defied belief.

She wore a figure hugging strapless blue satin dress, short but definitely not tarty, despite the fact that it clung to her phenomenal ass and showed off a good amount of her huge cleavage.

Being the sort of man he was he simply glanced across the room giving away no sign of how stunned and impressed he was by what he saw. The thing with this old man was that to be honest he was the same as most men in keeping his true thoughts a closely guarded secret. He would never dream of letting anybody know of the dirty thoughts that so often went through his mind. Like most men he would simply take an almost unnoticed second glance at a pretty girl and nothing more. He would never want anyone to think badly of him, especially an attractive young woman, and so he had gone through life as the sort of descent likeable kind of guy that nobody ever really took any notice of.

As he was taken to be introduced to Mandy he could see the what an absolute stunner she was. Being quite shy he was slightly embarrassed when he quickly glanced down at her her firm young breasts and saw just how big they were. Pretending not to notice he looked down at the floor when a voice said.

"Mike this is Mandy, Mandy this is Mike, Auntie Margarets husband."

"Oh hi! So pleased to meet you," she said in a chirpy sweet voice.

His reply stuck in his throat as he was momentarily taken aback by the most incredibly beautiful smile he could ever remember seeing. She was clearly not shocked by his unusual appearance, whether she had been told what to expect or not he would never know, but her reaction to him seemed genuine enough.

As he coughed awkwardly in an attempt to regain the power of speech she leaned forward to give him a kiss on the cheek and a generous hug. Mandy wasn't tall herself but even she had to bend at the knees slightly to avoid suffocating him with her ample chest.

He could feel himself go red in the face as he felt the silky smooth softness of her cheek against his. God she was so gorgeous, he couldn't believe it, it was just an innocent friendly hug but in that moment the old man took in everything. Her lovely scent, the feel of her hair as it brushed the side of his face and most of all the firmness of her huge breasts as they pressed against his chest.

That was it, from that moment on poor old Mike was infatuated, he couldn't believe that a girl like this was related to his new wife and in so being related to him. That hopefully meant he would get to see her fairly often, a thought that filled him with such delight, not to mention excitement.

The rest of the evening was pretty uneventful and Mike appeared to be bored, and so eventually his wife asked him if he wanted to leave. He shrugged his shoulders and said he didn't mind either way. This wasn't strictly true, the old boy was quite happy sitting there looking at Mandy on the dance floor, wishing he was up there with her. Of course that was never going to happen, there was always a queue for that pleasure.

So they got up to leave and his wife went over to say goodbye to Mandy. Like an embarrassed schoolboy old Mike remained where he was hoping to maybe get a smile smile and a wave from the gorgeous birthday girl.

But instead she came over to say goodbye in permister again with that beautiful big smile that just melted his heart, and as she did she again leaned in to give Mike a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Lovely to have met you Uncle Mike," Mandy said, "hopefully we'll see you again soon."

Her words were more than the old man could have hoped for, calling him Uncle Mike sounded affectionate and gave him a sense of closeness to her. He smiled, conscious of his lop-sided mouth, but before he could speak someone had called her over back to the dance floor and she turned and bounded away with all the excitement typical of an 18 year old.

When they arrived home that night old Mike could see his elderly wife was exhausted and so he told her to go up to bed as he was going to watch some TV before coming up.

Now alone he slouched back into the sofa and closed his eyes as he thought of Mandy. Before he knew it he had started to do something that had become a regular habit for the pathetic old boy. He unzipped his trousers and released his cock. He couldn't resist taking it in his rough old hand and start to slowly masturbate himself. His breathing grew heavy and his hand quickened as thoughts of her raced through his mind. The dirty little old pervert couldn't help but wonder what underwear she must have been wearing as he imagined her slipping that dress off and offering herself to him. In no time at all he started to come as he tried to imagine what it would be like if she allowed him to feel her lovely huge breasts and grope her fit young ass. All too soon he had shot a huge load of his dirty old spunk all over himself, he was in a mess but didn't care, she was definitely worth it............................

.......................Since that first meeting old Mike came to see Mandy on a fairly regular basis. She was quite close to her Aunt and that gave the old boy plenty of opportunity to get to know her and spend some time with her, something he was obviously keen to do.

She quickly became the source of all of his sexual fantasies, nobody else could come even close. Given the choice of all the celebrities and all the models in the world he would still pick her. She would have no idea of the thoughts going through his mind every time they saw each other. All she saw was a shy and bumbling little old man, very friendly and very polite, and that was how old Mike wanted it to stay. He was happy just seeing her and gaining her trust and friendship, that way he would only get to see her more and more.

He was under no illusion that his fantasies would only ever be in his head and knew that he would never get to act them out, he would never dare. But his obsession with her just grew and grew the more he saw her.

He would have crafty admiring looks at her beautiful ass whenever she would have her back to him and nobody else was around. In his mind he could almost picture his hands roaming all over it. He could see her cheeks were firm and the way they thrust out so perfectly rounded would have his mouth watering at just the thought of it.

Then there were her massive breasts, so big and firm he couldn't resist taking quick sneaky glances every chance he got. He was so subtle that again nobody, especially Mandy herself, would even notice. He had never seen a more spectacular pair, and again if she had her back to him he could see himself slipping his hands through under her arms and reaching around her front. He could only imagine how it would be to take them in his hands and squeeze them.

Whenever she wore a clingy top he could see how slender toned and narrow her waist was which only served to confirm, if confirmation were needed, just what a truly phenomenal pair of tits they were.

As the months went on, the unfortunate looking old man spent more and more time thinking off Mandy. It was getting to the point that she was in his head so much that he was having to secretly masturbate over the thought of her every single day. It was even worse when he saw her. For the next few days his mind would be full of fresh images of her giving him the urge to do it two, three, or even four times in a day!

About seven or eight months after old Mike had met Mandy both he and his wife were invited over for a family barbecue. The thought of spending a whole afternoon in the company of his number one fantasy brought such a smile to the tiny old mans disfigured face that it was hard to hide his excitement.

But hide it he did and when they arrived he made gave no indication of how thrilled he was to see Mandy. She was outside in the garden with everyone else and looked absolutely stunning and, as always, just so unbelievably sexy.

The old man didn't go over to say hello straight away, instead he got himself a take and made polite conversation with other family members. All the time though he can't help glancing over at Mandy. She was wearing a short cotton summer dress that, when the sun shone on it, was almost see-through. It was cream with a tiny red floral print and fitted her voluptuous young body like a dream, almost fluid-like the way it cascaded down over her gorgeous curves. The loose and flowing material seemed to cling where it touched and allowed her lovely big boobs to bounce freely and her ass to jiggle almost uncontrollably, a truly cock hardening sight.

Every now and then she would have to pull the dress out from where it would keep creeping up between her ass cheeks. Old Mike couldn't stop himself from looking at her and imagining himself running his hands all over her, feeling her curves through the fine cotton material. As with the many other times he had now seen her all he could do was keep stealing glances at her lovely big tits and her shapely fit young ass and wish he could just touch them, if only for a moment. He had to pull a tissue from his pocket to mop up the saliva that was running from the side of his disfigured mouth.

Throughout the early part of the evening Mandy spoke to him a few times which would leave him, as always, tongue tied and slightly embarrassed.

At one stage she sat on a garden chair opposite him and as she spoke she crossed her legs giving him a view of almost the full length of her silky smooth tanned thigh. As she continued to speak all he could think of was kissing those beautiful full pouting lips and running his hand along her firm young thigh and under her dress, it was pure ***.

The longer he was in her company the more vivid his imagination would get. Nobody would ever guess his thoughts from his look and apparent politeness, but in his mind he was thinking all sorts. From simply touching and feeling her all the way to picturing her slipping those lovely lips over the end of his swollen cock or spreading her legs and offering him her sweet young pussy........ If only she knew....

At about 9 o'clock he noticed she had vanished and after a few minutes innocently enquired as to where she was. He was told that she had gone out having arranged to go to a friends party that same night. Of course old Mike was gutted at the news and so now all he wanted was to go home. He told his wife he was tired and went to use the bathroom before they set off.

Alone in the house he had to walk by Mandys bedroom and as he did he noticed the door was slightly open. Knowing there was nobody around he couldn't resist pausing to have a quick peak inside. He was nervous and wasn't going to go in, he just couldn't help his curiosity and wanted to see where she slept.

As he pushed the door slightly he straight away noticed her clothes screwed up on the bed, she must have changed before she went out. It was then he felt a sudden rush of red when he saw on top of the clothes was what looked like a pair of her panties. Nervously he glanced left and right to make sure there was nobody around, he didn't know what to do, this was a once in a lifetime chance, he had to take it. He had never done anything like this before, he knew it was dirty and wrong, but something inside him was pushing him on.

He paused a few moments until he was absolutely sure that the coast was clear before he took the two steps into her room that brought him within reach of the clothes. He was terrified of being caught but knew that if he didn't at least touch them he would regret it forever. So, with beads of sweat forming on his forehead, he reached forward and picked them up. Trembling all over he held them up, eyes wide and bulging he gasped as he found himself looking at the prettiest pair of white silk and lace panties he had ever seen. He knew they had to be the pair that she would have been wearing that evening before she went out.

He knew he had to put them back before anyone came. But just before he did he couldn't resist bringing them to his face and sniffing the crotch. As soon as he caught the unmistakable scent of Mandys pussy he had to grab his now erect cock through his trousers and give it a desperately needed rub. This was just the most excited he had been for many years, he couldn't believe his luck.

Just then he heard voices and realized that someone was coming. Without thinking he quickly stuffed them in his pocket and left the room. Just in time as it turned out as his wife was now coming to use the bathroom also before they left.

He didn't know why he had taken them, surely she would notice they were missing. But the more he thought about it the more he realized the advantage to being perceived as a kind and polite old man. If she did notice they were gone there would be a lot more people in the frame for it before him, so with that thought he decided not to worry.

When he got home old Mike again told his wife to go to bed as there was something he was wanting to watch on the TV. As soon as he was sure she was upstairs and in bed he closed the lounge door and made himself comfortable on his sofa.

He pulled the panties out of his pocket and held them up for a proper look. They were so pretty and feminine, white silk crotch and rear with a white lace triangle at the front.

"Oh my God......Oh Mandy Mandy," he whispered as he tried to picture her wearing them. He could only imagine how sexy she would look in such things, but the real thrill was knowing that she actually was wearing them only a few hours earlier. He could feel his cock throbbing and straining to be released as he brought them close to his face.

He could smell the sweet scent of her pussy as he sniffed the crotch, his mouth tremred and saliva ran down his chin as he poked his tongue out and ran it over the fine silk and lace.

"Oh God oh God," he sighed as he watched her walk away through his grubby old net curtains. He lifted them to one side slightly so he could get a clear view of her while with his other hand he grabbed his cock and began to furiously pump it up and down. Before she even reached the road he was shooting ropes of thick sticky spunk all up the curtains.

"Oh fuck Mandy Mandy Mandy, oooooh fuuuuuck," he groaned. His entire body was shaking as he continued to watch her walking away while still pumping load after load of his filthy dirty sperm all over the place.

As she vanished from sight he collapsed in the chair and gradually brought himself back down to earth.

"Fuckin' hell!" was all he could muster.

After that experience he knew he had to find some way, any way, of getting his hands on her. He didn't know how but he knew there just had to be some way, he couldn't go on like this................................

..............A few months had gone by and the now 20 year old Mandy just looked more gorgeous every time he saw her. Having been at work for almost a year now she had got into the habit of popping in to see her great Aunt and Uncle once or twice a week on her way home.

Things were just the same for old Uncle Mike, in fact if anything they were worse. Working in an office all day meant that Mandy was arriving in all sorts of cock hardening outfits. She looked so classy and sexier than ever in her array of expensive business wear. Although he considered himself one of the luckiest men in the world to have the pleasure of such an incredible beauty as Mandy dropping in on him on a regular basis, he still couldn't help finding it all such a teasingly cruel trick that fate was playing on him.

He spent every waking moment trying to think of some way in which he could at long last have the girl of his dreams. He considered haveging her, but he knew nothing of haves and anyway it was far too risky. He wondered if he could maybe get her so takes that she would be incapable of knowing what she was doing, that way he could maybe try and "help" her and in the process have a free feel. Or she might even be so takes that she would have to stay the night, then he would have to undress her and put her to bed! But to be honest that was never going to happen, how would he ever get her that takes in the first place? He even considered trying to learn magicsis!!! Of course that was probably the most ridiculous idea of the lot, he was just dreaming, it was clearly obvious that there really was no way.

So the poor old boy had to face reality and resign himself to the fact that he would never get to caress those beautiful mouth watering breasts or stroke that teasingly cheeky ass, it was useless.

Or so he would have gone on to think......until the day an old friend that he hadn't seen for a number of years was passing and decided to call in unannounced.

His friend was a good few years younger than him but he was one of those people that old Mike just clicked with from the moment they first met. They had similar interests and in the past they had shared all sorts of secret thoughts with each other, the sort of thoughts that you would only share with a trusted good friend. This was why within ten minutes of them sitting down and catching up with each others news Mike was already telling him about Mandy.

It was so good for the poor old fool to finally tell someone about her. It was almost a relief to just say out loud how he felt, and this was a friend that he could tell everything to, his fantasies, the way he found he continually had to masturbate over her, even the stolen panties! Once he had started he couldn't stop, it all came out.

The friend could clearly see the affect this mystery girl was having on poor old Mike and as he listened to all the vivid descriptions he started to get an idea.

He told Mike of a story he had read a few years ago where two people were powerd to have sex at gunpoint by a masked man. He knew it sounded rather drastic but went on to tell him how it turned out to be all a set up. It was just a way for the male "victim" to have sex with a girl that he had lusted after for so long.

It quickly became clear that this was something that his friend had given a great deal of thought to. Quickly old Mike began to see that his friend too had a fantasy. It wasn't however to be the one having sex but rather to be the masked man, the voyeur, something that had always excited him. He had often thought how it would be to see an old man, like Mike, having his wicked way with a hot piece of ass, like Mandy.

Old Mike listened carefully as his friend went on to explain how it was the perfect plan.

"Firstly it would appear to anyone else that you would have no choice in what was happening and would therefore be just as much the victim as she." His friend went on. "If we played it well enough and she was convinced that the you were both in real danger then she would do whatever was asked of her."

"Oh I...I don't know," stammered old Mike, "it sounds a bit risky, surely we would never get away with it."

"Of course we would," his friend continued, "you would just have to be sure and do one thing."

"What?"

"This is the genius part of the plan," he went on. "Afterwards when she will almost certainly suggest going to the police, you will be so embarrassed and upset by what had happened that you will easily convince her not to. Just tell her that you felt so ashamed and humiliated that you couldn't stand for anyone, especially your wife, finding out. If that doesn't work then tell her you're terrified that the masked man may come back, you know, just use a bit of common sense."

Old Mike sat and thought about it not sure what to say. It certainly sounded like a perfect plan and definitely the only way he would ever get to live out his fantasy with Mandy. The thought of it really excited him. But at the same time he had never done anything like this before and to be honest he knew deep down he would never have the nerve to go through with it.

The decision was that he would think about it for a while, much to his friends annoyance, and call him up if he decided to go ahead with the idea.

Over the next couple of weeks it was all that the sad little old pensioner could think about. Every time he saw Mandy it didn't help either. She looked ever more gorgeous and the urges inside him grew stronger and stronger. The thought of doing what his friend had said became more and more tempting giving the old boy more fuel for his already over active imagination. This in turn gave rise to an unbelievable increase in his need to masturbate.

Then, after one of her visits, as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightening, the old man decided he would do it!

The gorgeous blond 20 year old had teased him with that voluptuous firm young body of hers one time too many. He convinced himself that it was her fault and she deserved it, turning up all the time dressed in such sexy clothing, the sort of clothing that did nothing to hide her phenomenal curves. What else could he do, she would wear skirts that were so short and clung to her oh so shapely ass, and tops that strained and stretched under the pressure to contain her enormous firm young tits.

He had run every possible outcome through his mind a thousand times and kept coming up with the same answer, it was indeed the perfect plan. She would see him as much the victim as herself. She would never suspect he was in any way involved, and he would be able to use his "poor sad old man" act to his full advantage.

When he phoned and told his friend of his decision he was obviously delighted and the two of them soon constructed a plan............

......................It was several weeks after her trouble filled holiday with her friend and Mandy was feeling pretty good about everything. The reamister was that a few days earlier Ted had been rushed into hospital with a suspected heart attack and it looked like he was going to be there for some time. Of course it wasn't in Mandys nature to wish anything bad on anyone but the thought that he may be out of the way for some time, or who knows maybe permanently, did fill her with a sense of relief.

It was a Friday and Mandy awoke showered and prepared herself for work. She knew she had to go and see her Auntie Margaret and Uncle Mike straight after work but after that she was free to go out and meet some friends for a few takes and enjoy a relaxing evening.

The day before she had gone out and treated herself to a new haircut as a sort of celebration over the whole Ted situation. She had had it trimmed to a shoulder length bob and had her natural blond color touched up with a few subtle highlights. She was pleased with the look and had already had a few comments about how pretty it looked. Being a little shorter and framing her face the way it did it gave even greater emphasis to just how truly beautiful she was.

With the world looking a little brighter and loving her new hairstyle Mandy wanted to carry on with the feel-good factor and chose what she would wear that day with a little more care than normal.

To start with she had decided on some of her more expensive underwear, a very pretty full matching 3 piece set of bra panties and suspenders. As she slipped them on she couldn't help admiring herself in the mirror, she knew just how sexy she looked and that was a good feeling on this lovely bright morning. It was a full white lace set with exquisite faint powder blue detail. The panties were trimmed at the front with very tiny pale blue ribbons tied into little bows along the top edge. The suspender belt too was trimmed with the same at the bottom of each strap with a tiny trail of ribbon hanging over the stocking clips. Of course the gorgeous white lace half cup bra matched too, with a tiny blue bow where each shoulder strap meets the bra and another directly between the two phenomenal 34FF cups covering the front clasp.

Onto her legs she pulled a fine pair of lovely pure white stockings and clipped them to the pretty lace suspender belt.

Over the top she wore a pure white fitted blouse that tapered in perfectly at her narrow waist while around the chest it managed to accommodate her huge bust without putting too much strain on the buttons.

Over it all she wore a matching two piece suite of a powder blue jacket and skirt. The skirt was a little tight across her beautifully shaped ass but Mandy didn't mind that, today she was happy to look sexy and maybe tease a few guys with her cheeky bum. It stopped a good few inches above the knee too, and Mandy knew she would have to be careful not to flash her stocking tops whenever she sat down or bent over.

She slipped the jacket on and headed off to work. She certainly got a few looks, both on the way and then when she arrived. This wasn't least because the jacket had the usual problem. In order to get it to fit correctly she had to go for a smaller size, this then meant that it could never meet across her outstanding chest and so she could never button it up. The result was a mouth watering temptation for just about every man that laid eyes on her.

The day passed quickly by with nothing out the ordinary happening. Mandy had to smile to herself when she occasionally saw the obvious "trouble" some of the men around her were having. The pretty 20 year old always understood the affect she had on them and sometimes found it fun to tease them a little. Knowing they clearly wanted her and would probably give anything to have her was something that gave her a real feeling of power over so many of these sad and pathetic men.

As the day came to an end she remembered that she had to pop around to see her great Aunt and Uncle on the way home, something that she was starting to find a bit of a chore.

Meanwhile old Uncle Mike and his friend were ready and waiting for her to call having talked their plan through countless times. The old boy was still unsure about the whole idea and clearly very nervous. But as the doubts crept in he only had to think about Mandy and that incredible body of hers and that would be all the convincing he would need to see it through.

Unable to get their hands on a real gun they had managed to find a fairly realistic looking young's toy gun. It looked far more realistic when staring down the barrel at it in the hand of a man wearing a balaclava. So they were ready, nervous but ready.

As she was about to arrive Mikes friend told him to do nothing except to trust him and just follow his lead. His wife was safely out of the way upstairs in bed and, having opened the back door slightly so she could just come straight in, they waited..................

............Mandy strolled up through the garden and knocked on the back door as usual. She waited a moment for the old man to appear as he always did. When he didn't come she saw the door was open slightly and so she pushed it and stepped inside.

Calling out for Uncle Mike she stepped into the front room and saw him sitting on a dining chair looking very upset. As she approached him she suddenly felt something push against her back. She swung around and found herself staring straight down the barrel of a small handgun. Looking at the man holding it she thought for a moment that it was some kind of joke and almost began to laugh.

"No.....Mandy run just run!" Uncle Mike suddenly cried.

At that moment Mandy realized this was something serious, very serious. She could tell from the tone of her Uncle's voice that he was scared and so she backed away from the masked man asking nervously what was going on.

As the masked man looked up and down Mandy he suddenly realized what all the fuss was about, she was just utterly stunning. He never in a million years expected her to be in this kind of league, just to see her standing there was getting him hard. She was the hottest piece of ass he had seen in a very long time.......this was definitely going to be worth it.

Old Uncle Mike too was stunned into momentary silence. Her outfit was mind blowing, she looked incredible, he couldn't have asked for more. If he had any doubts then they were gone. He couldn't help but take a moment to look her over, her huge tits straining the fresh white blouse as they burst forth from her opened jacket. The short and very sexy matching powder blue skirt, and her legs coated in pure virgin white nylon.....it was almost too good to believe.

After a couple of minutes of the masked man waving his gun around threatening all sorts, and poor old Mike pleading for him to leave them alone, it became clear to Mandy that this was some sort of robbery that had gone wrong. There was no money in the house and nothing of any value and the man with the gun was clearly getting very agitated.

It was then that the masked man turned his attentions to Mandy. "Well maybe this wasn't such a waste of time after all," he said as he went towards her looking her up and down.

"No! You leave her alone!" Old Mike had suddenly leapt to his feet and blocked the mans path. Mandy was surprised at her Uncles sudden bravery and was touched by this urge to protect her.

Of course he wasn't brave at all, it was all part of their carefully worked out plan.

"Oh I see," said the masked man, "you want her for yourself do you old man? Well I'm sure she'll be pleased to oblige." He said as he backed up towards the door and put a chair across it. "Well come on then you two, don't let me stop you," he went on as he sat himself down.

"Don't be so disgusting!" Mike protested, "how dare you!"

Over the next few minutes Mandys Uncle did an amazing job of making it look as if that was the last thing he wanted. He seemed surprisingly brave, a whole different side to him that Mandy knew nothing about....apparently.

That was until the stranger angrily got to his feet and raced across the room waving the gun around shouting obscenities at him. Mandy could see that poor old uncle Mike was suddenly terrified and all the apparent bravery vanished in an instant.

The masked stranger then turned to Mandy and brought his face up to her ear and said in a sinister tone. "You want to give this old man the time of his life don't you? Think about your answer carefully.......if you don't then I think I might make use of you myself instead." As he spoke he looked her up and down.

Mandy looked horrified at the suggestion and felt disgusted, then, momentarily forgetting that he was holding a deadly weapon, she told him to go to hell.

He then said something that she hadn't seen coming. "It's your choice of course," he continued, "but if I don't like what I see then maybe we'll have to get the old lady down here too.....what do you think Granddad?" As he turned to the old boy Mandy could see the fear suddenly etched on her Uncles face. It was an impossible situation but Mandy had no choice, she knew what she had to do.

This was the last thing she wanted and couldn't believe what she was about to say.

"O...Okay I....I'll do it, just leave her out of it...p....please."

Old Mike couldn't believe his ears, was she really going to go through with it? He had to appear afraid and ***, but the truth was he was hardly able to contain his excitement.

"Just forget I'm here," the gunman said as he sat himself back into the chair that he had pulled across the door. "But this had better be good, I don't want to have to go get the old woman...." He then laughed and lifted a half takes bottle of whiskey up from beside the chair and took a swig. Another prop to add to the impression of how unpredictable and dangerous he was.

Old Mike just stood there unsure what to do, he wanted to just reach out and grab at this object of his wildest fantasies, he had waited so long.

But he didn't have to wait much longer as Mandy slipped her jacket from her shoulders and lay it on the table behind her. With her back turned he glanced over at his friend and gave a knowingly sinister smile, his friend in turned winked back at him, it was looking like it had worked!

Mike kept up the act. "Please Mandy don't do this, y...you don't have to, it....it's not right."

A bigger lie had never been told, he wanted this so much more than anyone could ever imagine. Just to see her standing there was giving him an erection. The way her huge bust filled out her blouse causing the buttons to gape slightly was just such an awesome sight. Then there was that short skirt. With her jacket now off he could see the incredible shape of her ass thrusting out behind her pulling the pale blue material tightly across her delicious firm round cheeks. He could feel himself going red in the face and the saliva start to gather in his crooked bottom lip, she was just so gorgeous in every sense of the word.

"I know it's not," she whispered back at him, "but if we don't do as he says then who knows what he'll do."

"I....I don't know," he went on, "w...what if anyone found out...I couldn't bear the thought of it, I would be branded as some kind of pervert."

Suddenly the whispers were broken by the sound of the gunman's voice. "Right if you're not going to do as I say," he shouted, he was clearly getting impatient.

"No...we are," replied Mandy in a panic. She was terrified of what he might do and desperate to save her Aunt from whatever he may have in store for her.

"Listen, nobody ever has to know. Look at him, he's takes and he's got a gun, we have no choice. I...I'm so scared...please...we must do this."

He couldn't believe his ears, she said "please," she was actually asking him, in fact almost begging him, this was beyond anything he could have ever hoped for.

As she moved in closer she whispered. "Make it look good, make it look like you're enjoying it, I...I think that's what he wants."

It had worked, she was convinced that old uncle Mike didn't want this any more than she did, they were "victims" together.

"Okay," he whispered back, "We must get through this for your Auntie Margaret."

The truth was Mandy felt sickened by the thought of what she was about to do. Not only because he was a relative and someone she knew, but more because he was utterly filthy. His collars and cuffs were black with dirt, his trousers were stained with God knows what and on top of that he gave off a very unpleasant aroma, a sort of mixture between stale pee and sweat.

His facial deformity did nothing to make the whole thing easier, but she had to remind herself that it wasn't his fault, it wasn't him, it was the masked man, poor old Uncle Mike was clearly suffering in his own way as much as she.

Wrong!!! This was the moment he had been waiting so long for and as Mandy came in close and brought her mouth to his he thought he might pass out as she began to kiss him.

Her lips were so soft and sweet and the old boy couldn't resist slipping his hands around her slender waist to hold her tight. They had done nothing yet and already yet his cock was raging hard and throbbing in his tatty old underpants.

"Oh yes yes that's it," came the voice from the other side of the room, "go on have a good feel you dirty old pervert."

"Just do as he says," Mandy quietly whispered.

He was indeed a dirty old pervert, but Mandy had no idea, and in her innocence she continued to encourage him.

"I...I'm sorry," he whispered as he began to slide his hands down into the deep arch of her lower back.

"Don't be.....please.....don't worry, let's just do what he says."

This was it, he was sweating heavily and his body tremred as at long last he moved his hands lower feeling his way down the slope of her ass. He couldn't believe it as she again moved in and kissed him on the lips. At the same moment he had found his long awaited target, after years of waiting he finally had one of her incredible firm cheeks in each hand. He had forgotten everything, his friend the plan everything as he clutched her ass firmly and began to squeeze and fondle it.

Mandy felt sick as his grubby old hands roamed all over the back of her clean fresh powder blue skirt groping at her ass. Even worse was having to kiss his drooling deformed mouth, it was horrible but she had to remind herself that he too was only doing what he had been told.

The old boy was in heaven, the youthful firmness and incredible shape of her ass felt better than he could have ever dreamed. As if that wasn't enough he soon realized something that he thought only existed in his fantasies. He could clearly feel through the smooth tight fabric of her skirt that underneath she was wearing suspenders. He had to hold back a huge sigh as he felt around the tops of her thighs, he couldn't believe it, she really was wearing suspenders! Stockings and suspenders!

"Come on come on!" Came the demand from the "audience". It was clear from his tone that he was getting more annoyed and impatient.

Mandy knew what he wanted and directed old Mike back to the sofa that was just behind him. "You know what we're probably going to have to do," she whispered to him as she moved him back to sit down on it.

"W...what?" Mike asked as if having no idea what she meant.

As she perched herself on the edge of the old sofa next to him the dirty old boy slumped back and she leaned forward into him. "Sex," she whispered, "he's going to want us to actually have sex."

"W...what?....No, no way," he replied as if shocked at what she was saying. He was a better actor than he ever imagined himself to be, it was very convincing.

"I'm sorry, we have no choice." As she spoke all that was in her mind was her fear of the man takeing whiskey and holding a gun. Along with this was the threat of what he may do to her sickly Aunt if they didn't do what he wanted.

All her elderly Uncle Mike could think was that not only was she telling him that they would have to have sex, but on top of that she was actually apologizing for it! This was unreal!

"I...I suppose we have no choice," he said as he placed his hand on her stocking clad thigh and started to feel his way along it.

"No we don't," Mandy replied as she leaned in closer.

"We...we have to think of M...Margaret," he went on as his hand slipped under her skirt causing it to ride up exposing her white stocking tops and her pretty white lace suspenders.

"We have to make it convincing," she said as she gave him a quick tender kiss on the lips, "who knows what he'll do if we don't." She kissed him again, longer and with more powerd passion this time. As she did the old boy reached further under her skirt until he soon found himself fingering the edge of her sexy lace panties. He had never known excitement like it and couldn't help the constant flow of saliva that now ran from the corner of his mouth.

Mandy found kissing him such a horrid experience and she began to feel that she might actually be sick.

The old man didn't care, he was happier than he had ever been his entire life. His cock was as stiff as a board and pulsating away as his hand crept around under her skirt now freely feeling her lovely cheeky ass through her underwear. He was so excited and wanting more, there was no way he could stop now.

His mouth and breath were so disgusting that Mandy had to take a break from kissing him before she threw up.

As she straightened up he removed his hand making sure as he did he left her skirt pushed up where it was. The sight that greeted him as he looked down at her lap was just unbelievable, like something from an top class erotic magazine. He had fully exposed the entire length of her legs. Encased in pure virgin white stockings they looked so beautiful. The silky smooth tanned skin of the tops of her thighs contrasted with the white lace suspenders that clipped onto them. But the most incredible sight was of the matching pure white lace triangle between her tightly clamped together legs. He couldn't believe he was looking at her panties, and she was just letting him, making no attempt to cover herself.

Mandy saw the expression on his face and was unsure what to make of it. "Are you okay?"

The old boy couldn't answer, he seemed at that moment to have lost the power of speech.

Worried and not knowing what he was thinking she again reassured him. "Don't stop now, you're doing so well."

The old man was still shocked by her words of encouragement, it truly seemed that he was going to be able to do just about anything he wanted, and what he wanted was something else, something he had wanted ever since he first laid eyes upon her, something he never imagined he would ever get the chance to do. His eyes moved up from her lap towards her chest, he stared at it in complete awe, what he wanted more than anything was to feel those phenomenal tits!

Mandy saw where his eyes were and realized what his unspoken words were saying. She glanced over at the masked man who was still sitting there with the gun in his hand resting on the arm of the chair pointing straight at her. He had put the bottle down and his other hand was now in his lap fiddling with his groin, he was clearly getting off on what he was watching. She knew she had to go on, what other choice did she have?

She straightened up and, still perched on the front edge of the sofa, began to unbutton the front of her blouse. This was what old Mike had been waiting for, this was what he really wanted. One after the other the buttons gave way as a little more cleavage sprang into view. The dirty old pervert couldn't help just staring wide eyed with his crooked drooling old mouth hanging open. He looked like one of those love-sick old dogs but he couldn't help it. It was all beyond his control now, all he could hope was that she would see his reaction as part of the "act."

She left the final two buttons at the bottom secured as she opened her blouse to expose her huge firm breasts encased in their incredible 34FF bra.

"Oh God," the old man sighed unable to believe what he was seeing.

They were so big and inviting, thrusting out towards him in the prettiest sexiest lace bra he had ever laid eyes upon. This was the stuff of all his dreams and fantasies. As he stared at the swell of her cleavage it was clear to see that her youthful age meant that they were incredibly full and firm.

She knew she had to expect this stunned reaction and didn't blame him at all. He was after all only human, and she knew he had to be wrestling with his natural urges, urges that he couldn't help. If anything she felt sorry for him, knowing he was a good man who didn't want to do this but at the same time he couldn't help but find her obviously desirable.

She was so wrong, there was no internal struggle, quite the opposite, this was everything he had ever wanted and was unwavering in his determination to make the most of this unbelievable opportunity.

With his entire body trembling he raised himself from his slouched position and leaned into her.

"I'm sorry," he muttered as he buried his face into her silky smooth neck.

"Don't be," Mandy replied, she was just relieved that she wasn't going to have to kiss him on the mouth.

Her scent of her perfume was intoxicating and her neck tasted so lovely and sweet to his slobbering old mouth. At the same time he brought a hand up and she was sure she heard him let out a groan as he placed it onto her breast. She of course closed her eyes and pretended to be enjoying it as his dirty boney old fingers began to maul her expensive bra.

They felt better than he had ever dared imagine, so big and so incredibly firm and he quickly brought his other hand up to join in too. He still could not believe what he was doing. After all this time of wishing and waiting he was actually holding Mandys fantastic tits in his hands. As he felt them all over squeezing and groping with a sense of increasing desperation he was clearly starting to lose control of himself.

Mandy recognized this and knew she had to get this situation over and done with as quickly and painlessly as possible.

She gently pushed him back into the corner of the sofa, as she did she could see a pleading look of disappointment in his eyes, it was obvious that he was starting to enjoy it. She stood up and reached behind to unzip her skirt. The dirty old pervert watched in stunned silence as it slipped to the floor and she stepped out of it. Next she undid the final buttons of her blouse and slipped it from her shoulders.

The gorgeous 20 year old blond looked absolutely incredible standing there in her full set of sexy lace underwear. Her body defied belief, her ass so shapely in her little panties, her waist so slender and toned, and yet her tits were just so huge and full.

Old Mike knew he was dribbling all down his chin but he didn't care, he couldn't help it, he had never seen a girl even remotely like this in all his life.

Then Mandy knelt on the sofa beside him, as she did she released the front clasp of her bra and he watched as it just slipped away from her shoulders and fell to the floor behind her.

"Oh yes," he whispered as she leaned over him with her now naked breasts swaying just above his face. He reached up and took them firmly in his hands and squeezed them hard, her nipples stood out like hard pink bullets as he drew them to his mouth. Mandy put up no resistance as he locked his dirty drooling lips around one of them and started to suck on it. Noisily he slobbered all over it as he tried to cram as much tit into his mouth as possible.

He was amazed at how heavy they were as he took the weight of one in his hand and began to massage it. At the same time his other hand went around behind her and began to squeeze and grope her mouth watering ass. He had never known excitement like it, he couldn't stop now even if he wanted to. Thankfully it was clear that he wasn't going to have to as Mandy started to unfasten the buckle of his belt.

He couldn't believe what she was doing. Was this for real? Was it a dream? No it wasn't it was really happening, and Mandy was the one making all the moves!

After releasing his belt she unzipped his flies and reached down inside his trousers. As she fumred around the old boy had to suddenly catch his breath as she found his cock and started to feel it through his filthy stained old underpants.

"Aah ugh oooh oooh," he hissed, his voice trembling as he struggled to breathe.

Mandy knew he was bound to have an erection, there was no way anyone wouldn't. But what she wasn't expecting was just how big and hard it actually was.

Her fumbling young hand was driving him mad, it was the most incredible feeling as she started to play with his cock through the dirty thin white cotton.

Old Uncle Mike was now out of control feasting on her voluptuous body like a sex starved maniac, feeling and groping her all over trying to make the absolute most of it. Still he sucked on her phenomenal tits as she now pressed them into his face. First one then the other then back to the first, the dirty old man just couldn't get enough.

It was then that she lifted the worn elastic waist of his underpants out and pulled them down below his balls. She was shocked at the sight of his old cock, it was so hard that it seemed to bend in towards his stomach. The swollen purple head shone with the wetness of pre-cum and the poor girl could easily smell just how dirty it was.

His excitement was understandable and still she didn't blame him. She knew that none of this would be taking place if it wasn't for the unknown man over the other side of the room.

It was then that she looked over at the gunman and made one last ditch attempt to plead for them to be allowed to stop. The old man paused for a moment as if suddenly remembering the plan. He had to remember that they were both supposed to be victims together at the hands of this masked man.

The man just laughed and instead of showing any signs of mercy he shouted at old Uncle Mike to, "get on with it!"

"It's no use," Mandy told her elderly Uncle, "we had better do what he says."

"I....if you're s.....sure," he puffed, he was clearly short of breath.

Mandy just nodded as she lay back on the sofa resting her head on the arm at the other end. The old man just watched in total amazement as she drew her feet up towards herself and allowed her now raised knees to fall open. Never did anything look more inviting, and as the old boy struggled to pull his dirty old trousers and underpants off he watched as she moved her hand down along her smooth toned stomach. He couldn't believe what he was seeing as she closed her eyes and slowly slipped her fingers under the edge of her lovely lace panties.

He stood frozen to the spot as he watched her hand moving further down inside them until he could see her clearly touching herself between her opened legs. At the same time her other hand climbed up onto her mountainous left breast and she started to pinch and tweak her nipple, he couldn't believe it, she was playing with herself!

Of course she was, she was resigned to her fate. She was trying to pretend with her eyes closed that it was going to be somebody else having her, but above all else she knew she needed to get herself moist to accommodate that huge bent cock that would soon be coming her way.

Sitting at her feet watching this spectacle was more than the poor sex starved old man could withstand. It isn't many people that get to see the ultimate object of all their fantasies laid out before them in nothing more than virgin white stockings and suspenders and tiny lace panties clearly waiting to be fucked!

That was it, he could hold back no longer. Like a filthy dog he lowered his head down between her legs. At the same time she appeared to sense what he was doing and removed her hand.

Trembling all over and covered in sweat he ran his tongue over her pretty white lace panties where they covered her sweet young pussy. This was his holy grail, the flimsy little garment offered no protection as he started to slobber all over them tasting and smelling the juices that now began to seep through. He ran his dirty old hands up and down her thighs excitedly feeling the silky smooth stockings that coated them.

Mandy just lay there imagining that it was some fit hunk of a man doing this to her and not her weak pathetic smelly little Uncle Mike.

Getting evermore excited the old man began to chew and gnaw at her pussy through the delicate white lace that covered it. Unable to control himself he tugged her panties to one side causing one of the tiny blue ribbons that held them together to give way. The sudden sight of her beautiful sweet young cunt open and waiting before him brought out the real dirty old man inside. He tugged at them again and as the other ribbon gave way too he tore them from her and threw them aside.

This was it, he needed to satisfy his throbbing erection, his cock was so hard and dribbling pre-cum that he couldn't wait a moment longer. He quickly clambered his way up her body and held himself up above her. He looked down at the gorgeous blond 20 year old and for a split second he was convinced he was dreaming. To see her laying there with her huge naked tits so incredibly firm thrusting up from her chest towards him, and his cock poised at the entrance to her lovely young pussy was unbelievable, it couldn't be real!

But it was, and without a word the old man grabbed her wrists and pinned them down either side of her head and pressed his cock against her sweet gaping cunt lips. She did nothing as he powerd his huge bulbous end between them stretching them as he began to power his way up inside her. The feeling was out of this world, he had never known anything like it. She was already wet but at the same time so incredibly tight, he never imagined it would feel this good.

His eyes rolled back in his head as he groaned at the incredible sensation as he pushed himself deeper into her.

Totally determined and without a moments pause he slowly powerd himself all the way inside. The drooling old pervert watched her gasp for breath as he went as deep as he could, all the way until his balls were pressed against her ass.

With saliva running off his chin and landing on her chest his body seemed to shake as he drew himself slowly back until he was almost out.

"Ooooooh God," he groaned as he again powerd his throbbing hard tool all the way up inside her. It was just the most mind blowing experience as he did it again and again getting slightly quicker each time.

Mandy just lay there taking it, she didn't want to admit it but with his cock being so big and with that strange bend to it it did feel good.

He looked at her beautiful face, her eyes closed as if in a dream. Her huge tits looked more tempting than ever with her nipples now standing up stiff like bullets. He knew he wouldn't be able to last very long and so, while still holding her down, he couldn't resist locking his mouth over one of her tits and sucking hard on it as he started to ram himself into her faster and faster.

Harder and harder he pounded away grunting and groaning as he now devoured her massive breasts one after the other with his hungry salivating mouth. Mandy started to thrash about beneath him muttering, "no, no, no." He didn't know if she really meant no or if she was just getting into the whole fantasy of being powerd. To be honest he didn't care, he wasn't going to stop now, how could he?

"Oh yes yes take it," he responded as he gripped her wrists even tighter and tried to kiss her on the mouth. She thrashed her head from side to side making it impossible for him to do so. Still he hammered away into her, the sound of her now soaking wet cunt sounded around the room, she had to be enjoying it.

Knowing he was about to come he released his grip on her wrists and grabbed her face to hold it still. He kissed her roughly on the mouth grunting and groaning like an old pig. She could do nothing to stop him as he powerd his tongue inside.

"Uuuuuh uuuuh uuuuh," he moaned as with his other hand he grabbed at her tits squeezing and mauling them all over.

Mandy had to allow him this moment even though she felt sickened by his dirty vile tongue entwining itself around hers. He was all over her like a rabid dog when all of a sudden he let out a cry.

"AAAARGH YES YES YES AAAAAAARGH!!!!"

He knew this was it, he could feel the tidal wave about to surge up through his cock. The tightness of her wet cunt as it gripped his over excited erection was too much to withstand. He held her tight squeezing and groping, licking and kissing, he knew this was the point of no return.

"YES YES YES!" He went on as he felt his balls tighten. "AAARGH AAARGH AAAAAAAAARGH!" He cried as at that moment he exploded into her releasing a massive torrent of hot thick spunk. Over and over he pounded away pumping more and more of the filthy stinking stuff deep into her lovely tight pussy. All the waiting and all the wanting suddenly all seemed worth it, he had never experienced anything like this in his entire life.

He grunted and groaned as more and more spunk poured from his cock filling her up so much that it was starting to run out and down between her ass cheeks. It seemed endless, as if he had been saving it up for all of his 70 plus years just for this moment.

But of course soon he began to slow and couldn't help himself from hugging her as he squeezed the final drops from his tired old balls.

After a few minutes to catch his breath he knew he had to lift himself off her. He didn't want to but he remembered how things had to look. As he sat himself down back at the other end of the sofa he just watched as Mandy got to her feet and started to dress.

She said nothing to the masked man who had been sitting quietly watching the whole thing. She was afraid if she asked him to get dressed then he might say no. So as quickly as she could she had put back on her bra skirt and blouse, her panties were of course ruined and useless.

"That was a great show you two," he suddenly said as he got to his feet, "there's just one more thing before I leave you two lovebirds." The sarcastic tone in his voice was annoying to say the least.

It was then that Mandy saw his trousers were unzipped and his cock was out. It was standing up as hard as rock, he was obviously excited by what he had seen.

"Ooh you are a dirty little bitch," he said as he approached her. "Yeah, a dirty spunk hungry little bitch." With that he ordered her to lay back down on the sofa.

Old Mike was unsure what was happening, this wasn't part of the plan. He thought he had made it clear that only he would have sex with her, his friend was free to watch and get his kicks that way but nothing else.

He needn't have worried, his friend was indeed sticking to the agreement. But he had needs too and was so turned on by what he had just seen that there was just something he had to do.

With the fully clothed Mandy now laid back down on the sofa the masked man reached behind himself and stuffed the gun into his belt.

"Oh yeah, you are a dirty bitch," he again hissed as he knelt down on the edge of the sofa next to her head.

She was getting very nervous unsure what he was going to do. His voice sounded sinister and all she could now see was his erection waving around directly above her face.

Then he reached down and released the top few buttons of her blouse and slipped his hand inside. He began to fondle her big firm tits as at the same time he took hold of his cock and started to stroke it up and down.

"Ooh you dirty little slut," he went on, "you love it don't you, you fucking dirty little fucking bitch."

Mandy just lay there frozen allowing this stranger to fumble around inside her blouse squeezing and mauling at her tits. All the time his hand now firmly gripping his cock is getting quicker and quicker as it pumps up and down on it. His breathing is getting more and more frantic as he continues insulting her with his vile words.

"Ooh you slut, look at my dirty big cock," he hissed, "look how hard it is, you cock teasing little bitch!"

Mandy did as she was told and focused her eyes on the dirty great thing just inches above her face. His hand was now a blur as he furiously pumped up and down on it. At the same time he grew rougher and more desperate with his groping of her breasts.

"Ooh come on you bitch, you love it, you want it don't you?"

Mandy said nothing.

"You want my spunk don't you you dirty little fucking bitch!"

Faster and faster he pounded away. His breathing grew more frantic and his body began to tremble as he continued shouting out things.

"Look at me....look at me wanking! You dirty bitch you love men wanking over you don't you!"

She felt disgusted by what this pervert was saying and doing but she had to just let him carry on, there was nothing she could do.

"You walk around with your big fucking tits and your short fucking skirts. Ooh you know what your doing!"

He had now powerd his hand inside her bra and his mauling of her tits was growing rougher and rougher.

"Yeah bet you love to think of all the men wanking over you, you fucking dirty little tease!" Suddenly there was a sense of urgency in his voice and his wanking became faster and faster.

"Oooh yes you dirty slut here it comes...here it fucking comes!" He cried.

At that moment he shouted out, "YES YES AAAARGH YOU BITCH!" As he did spunk suddenly flew from his cock all across her face. He sank his fingers deeply into her left tit squeezing it with all his strength as he pumped rope after rope of his dirty thick spunk all over her pretty young face.

"YES OH YES, FUCK YES," he called out as he rid his balls of their hot sticky load.

Mandy just lay there unable to open her eyes as her eyelids were covered with the filthy stuff.

After a few frantic minutes she felt him release her tit from his grasp. At the same time he squeezed the last few drops onto her before lowering his cock and smearing it around all across her face.

"Ooh yeah you dirty little bitch you love that don't you?" The masked man said as he rubbed his smelly bulbous end back and forth across her soft pouting lips.

Mandy felt completely used and humiliated, somehow it felt worse than what she had been powerd to do with her Uncle Mike.

The ignorant pig of a man just laughed and then suddenly there was silence.

Not knowing what was happening she brought her hands up and started to wipe the dirty sticky muck from her eyes.

After a minute or so she heard a voice. "I....it's okay, he's gone," it was her Uncle Mike..................the ordeal was over.

At just a few weeks after her 19th birthday Alimister found herself in the unthinkable position of being pregnant. It was always a risk for her as she and her boyfriend were of the same age and enjoyed a very active sex life as most teenagers do.

Her boyfriends name was Steve, and he just couldn't ever quite believe his luck at being with Alimister. He knew the stir she caused whenever she walked into a room, every man would turn and look at her, and some of the women too. Everyone wanted her but she was with him and he knew he was the envy of all. He could never get enough of his lovely big breasted blond girlfriend. Every chance he got he would be all over her like a rash, she used to swear that he had an almost permanent erection and often joked about it with him. The truth was he did, and it was all down to Alimister.

So they were now going to be parents at such a very young age, but neither of them saw it as a problem and within the year they were not only parents but also married.

Life wasn't really too bad for the young couple, and by the time Alimister turned 21 they had their own house and the future was looking bright. Poor Steve had found that period rather frustrating and couldn't wait for his new wife to regain her curvaceous figure and for their sex life to return to normal. Luckily for him the advantages of youth coupled with a little daily exercise meant that Alimisters figure soon snapped back into shape. It wasn't long before she was as firm and toned as ever, the only difference she found was the whole ladyhood thing had caused her already very large boobs to swell! They weren't ridiculously bigger but there was definitely more there than before, and although Alimister was always very proud of her 32GG bust she was in two minds over whether the increase to a 32HH was a good thing or not. Not only that but the maternal changes meant that they were very full and hard which meant concealing them was near on impossible, no matter what she wore they would just thrust out in front of her in a very obvious way.

As if that wasn't enough she carried a little extra on her already rather cheeky ass which only added to the look of a very pretty young girl who appeared to be a very deliberate cock teaser.

Obviously Steve loved this change in her and He now found himself unable to imagine a sexier and more beautiful sight than his lovely young wife and her mind blowing figure, a figure that would put almost any porn star in the shade. As if he wasn't lucky enough she seemed to have a greatly increased appetite for sex, something that he obviously took full advantage of.

Steve was a very protective and quite jealous sort of guy and was convinced, not wrongly, that every man Alimister met wanted her and would probably do almost anything to have her. But at the same time he found it quite a turn on to think of the effect she was having on them. This was something that was brought home to him back when he caught old Mr Cramp her neighbour rubbing suntan lotion onto her. At the time he was angry and wanted to ******* him and it almost split them up.

But since then he had come to find that every time he thought of the dirty old pervert with his hands all over her he couldn't help but get rather aroused. He found it strange and confusing that he would feel this way, but the fact was he did and as time went on he grew to just accept it. If anything it became something he would sometimes fantasise about when he and Alimister were having sex. Knowing that so many men must have spent so much time wanking themselves off over his lovely young wife, and here was he the only one who was having her for real while they could all only dream of being in his position.

Although he knew nothing of her unfortunate encounters with the fat shopkeeper the tramp and of course what ultimately happened with Mr Cramp, there was one thing she had told him about.....

Before she fell pregnant she had taken a temporary job in a local factory, not on the factory floor but in the office just answering the phones and doing some minor clerical work. She would often come home to Steve and mention some old boy that worked there as a maintenance man who gave her the creeps. She was reluctant to tell him too much in case he got angry and took off down there to sort him out. Of course Steve was angry and his gut reaction was to do just that, but unbeknownst to Alimister he also found the thought of what she was saying fuelling his fantasies.

Ironically if it had been some young stud then things would have been different, but as the feelings would obviously only ever be on the old mans side as Alimister found him horrible and creepy then he knew there was nothing to worry about.

Over the weeks Steve grew more and more curious and began to coax more information out of her. Gradually she felt more comfortable telling him what was happening even finding it a relief. She could see he was understanding and not just jealous and angry like she would have maybe expected. But What she couldn't see and she would never see as she confided in him on a daily basis was that he was getting off on everything she was saying.

It turned out the mans name was Ernie, a 60 year old with a bit of a reputation for being an old pervert. At first Alimister would only tell Steve that he kept staring at her making her feel extremely uncomfortable. He could easily see why, after all she went to work in a series of short tight skirts and blouses that certainly did nothing to hide the fact that she had a most magnificent bust.

Then she began tell him more, it started out as just creepy looks but he was soon regularly becoming more and more of a pest. It started with her accidentally overhearing him saying to a couple of the other guys that worked on the factory floor what he would love to do to her. He obviously had no idea that she was just in the next room and with the door slightly open she heard every disgusting word.

"Fuck what about that new blond working in the office," he said as the others mumred their agreement. "God I would love to fuck the ass off her, just imagine it!" Again the others agreed this time with boyish laughter. "How big do you reckon those fuckin' tits are? Fuck me what I wouldn't give to get my hands on them and have a fuckin' squeeze! "

"Yeah yeah," came the replies.

"And as for that cheeky fuckin' ass," he went on, "I watched her bendin' over earlier in that tight little skirt, gave me a fuckin' hard-on, I nearly went over and stuffed it straight up her!" They all fell about laughing loudly, it was then that Alimister had heard enough and ran off upset and disgusted.

Steve was again angry at hearing this and his first feeling was to go down there and batter the dirty old sod, but at the same time he couldn't deny it made him horny and he wanted to hear more, and so he pretended to be understanding and sympathetic.

Over the next few weeks things got worse for the beautiful curvaceous young Alimister, and Steve was always there with an ear to listen to the whole saga. Just a few days after hearing what he had said about her there was a leak from one of the radiators in the office, and Ernie had been given the job of fixing it. He came in and stood in front of her desk and immediately Alimister felt uncomfortable.

"Hello gorgeous you're looking lovely today, I'm here to fix the radiator, which one is it?" His familiar tone annoyed her, who did he think he was? She accepted this sort of chat from some of the younger guys but not from this grubby old man in his sixties! But that was just the start of it, as she looked up she noticed he was blatantly trying to see down her top. She had on a nicely fitted white blouse but the top few buttons were undone allowing him a partial view of her very impressive cleavage. He was a horrible old man and didn't seem to care that she saw him looking, in fact he took a good few seconds to drag his gaze away from her chest and up to her face.

"It's over there," she said pointing at the radiator on the other side of the room.

"Show me," he replied.

"What?"

"The leak!" He said, "show me exactly where it is."

With that Alimister got to her feet and came around her desk and walked over to the other side of the office. It was at this moment that she began to regret wearing such a short tight black skirt and black stockings. She could sense him right behind her and could feel his eyes burning into her. She bent over slightly to point out the obvious drip that was coming from one of the pipe joints, as she did that's when she heard him whisper, "fuck me!"

She quickly straightened back up and turned to face him, from where his eyes were he was clearly staring at her ass.

"Pardon?" She replied.

"Nothing," he said as calm as anything while his eyes took a slow wander up her body only pausing to linger on her chest for a moment before carrying on up to look her in the eye.

"I...I'll leave you to get on with it then," she said, her voice clearly showing how nervous he made her. With that she quickly went and sat back down at her desk to carry on with her work.

As he set his tools out and sat down to the floor to start fixing the radiator Alimister was aware that he kept on looking over at her. She tried to ignore him and concentrate on her work but it was proving near impossible. Every time she looked at him he would give her a dirty smile and even a couple of times a wink! Enough was enough and Alimister got to her feet and left the office to go and find something else to do until he had finished. It was only as she got to the door and glanced back at her desk that she realised what he had been doing. Her desk had an open front and from where he was sitting on the floor opposite her he would have had a fairly good view up her skirt!

Again Steve found the cheek of this old pervert angered him, yet the thought of this dirty old boy lusting over Alimister still excited him. Then to help him get a better image in his mind he asked her what this Ernie looked like.

"Disgusting, old and ugly" came the quick reply. "He's supposed to be 60 but looks older to me. His skin is covered in pot-marks and he's got a fat spotty neck and no chin, you know?" She went on, "his hair is grey and always greasy looking and he just looks dirty and sweaty all the time."

"Mmmm sounds like a right catch," Steve sort of half joked.

"Oooh he's horrible," Alimister replied with a shudder.

About a week later Alimister came home quite angry and clearly upset by something. When Steve asked her what was wrong he sort of had a good idea already what the answer was going to be.

"Oh it's that filthy old pervert at work, he's really getting on my nerves!"

Steve just listened as she went on to explain what had happened. She was walking down the corridor that afternoon carrying a huge pile of paperwork when Ernie came up alongside her. Instantly she felt uncomfortable, partly because she was rather defenceless with her hands full, and partly because he had already made some remark to her earlier that day about how great her ass looked in the tight skirt she was wearing. Without any warning he slipped his grubby old hand around her waist and asked if she would like some help. She told him as she tried to pull herself away that she could manage and she was fine. His response was to look her over giving her one of his creepy smiles and saying, "I know you are."

With his vile breath on her Alimister turned her head away, he must have clearly been able to see that she wasn't happy but for some reamister he just didn't seem to care. Then as she pulled herself away and he released his grip she couldn't believe the nerve of what he did next. He slipped his hand down onto her hip and then across over her bum pausing on her right cheek for a second before giving it a gentle pat.

"He did what?" Steve asked angrily. "Then what?"

"Well that was it really, I didn't know what to do so I just walked away as quickly as I could. I could feel him standing there staring at me though."

Steve knew probably more than Alimister that this old boy would have gotten a real thrill from touching her beautiful firm young ass as it clearly had to be something he had been longing to do. The thought of it got Steve so horny that later that night they had the most amazing sex, a bit rougher than normal but Alimister didn't seem to mind that.

She continued to work there for several months before she got so fed up with it all that she left. In that time Steve heard how this dirty creepy 60 year old man grew in confidence and became a constant nuisance to his lovely young busty blond girlfriend. It eventually got to the point where he was pestering her on an almost daily basis, often just coming right out and asking her to show him her tits. Along with that she had to stay alert all the time so as to stay out of his reach, it was sexual harassment at the worst level. Just before she left he even went so far as to offer her money if she would let him feel her up for a few minutes. It was clear to Steve she was driving this old guy mad and to be honest it annoyed him, but at the same time he could easily understand how frustrating it must be to have to look at her every day but not being able to touch! He couldn't help getting a kick out of the thought of this desperately frustrated old man probably wanking himself off endlessly over Alimister wishing he could be doing what Steve was free to do to her anytime he wanted...........................

That was a couple of years ago and Alimister and Steve were now married and settling into their new life together and she really hadn't given old Ernie another thought since leaving that job.

Steve however had carried the thought with him ever since, and it held as strong in his mind as ever. Like most men, no matter how gorgeous their partners were, he would enjoy taking the time alone with his thoughts to masturbate from time to time, and almost every time he would think of that dirty old man drooling over his lovely Alimister. He would fantasise how it would have been if she had given him what he wanted, he would put himself in the old mans mind and imagine him getting his wicked way with her. This would always get him so excited that he would come almost instantly.

Not that Steve needed much incentive to get himself in the mood. When you have a beautiful young wife like Alimister, with a perfectly shaped ass that would rival many black girls and firm toned slender body yet with tits like water melons thrusting out in front, then you're in the mood pretty much all the time! He knew he was the envy of all his friends and often noticed the way they and most other guys looked at her, he knew he was a very lucky man.

Just down the road from where they now lived there was a small local bar, nothing special but it was cheap and seemed to have a fairly friendly atmosphere and so the young couple would pop in now and again for a quick take whenever they got the chance. Obviously Alimister caused quite a stir the first time they went in, for many of the men, especially the older ones, a girl like her was clearly something rarely seen. This became more obvious as the night went on, it seemed that none of them could take their eyes off her. But this was something that Alimister had grown used to and she seemed not to mind too much. That is until one night when the two of them went in and there was somebody else in there, somebody that Alimister certainly hadn't expected to see........Ernie.

He was at the far end of the bar and she saw him instantly and pulled Steve to one side hiding behind him as she did. She pointed him out and explained who he was expecting that he wouldn't remember as it had been a couple of years since she had last spoken about him. Steve pretended to not remember at first and then seemed to vaguely recall who she was talking about. Of course he knew straight away who he was, the whole scenario with Alimister and the old pervert had been something he had played through his mind many times, giving him one of his most frequently used fantasies, but of course she could never know that.

Now he could at last see what she meant when she described him, he really was an ugly and dirty looking old man, the sort that a beautiful young girl like his Alimister would definitely never in a million years have any association with. Steve thought how he looked much as he had always imagined, balding old and fat. Not massively fat more overweight and flabby, even for a man in his sixties he looked in poor shape, clearly he took little care of himself. Along with this he was very grubby and looked as if he could definitely benefit from a good wash, add to this the state of his tatty old clothes and you start to get the picture of a rather sad and pathetic looking specimen.

The young couple took a seat at the far end of the room in the hope that he wouldn't see her, and it seemed to work until Alimister had need to use the bathroom. Steve was unsure how he felt but watched with great interest as she crossed the room trying her best to be discreet and keep a good distance away from him. Unfortunately with her lovely blond hair and stunning figure there was no way she could really expect not to be noticed, and almost straight away she was.

Steve saw the old man almost drop his glass as his mouth fell open in what appeared to be total disbelief at seeing her again. He watched her walk across the room without so much as a blink as she vanished into the ladies room. At that moment he put his glass down on the bar and excitedly nudged his two friends, he was clearly talking about her as he seemed to hold his cupped hands out in front of himself as someone does when describing a big pair of tits.

Steve couldn't help but be intrigued and wanted to know what he was saying. So quickly he gulped down his beer and went to the bar for another, deliberately standing within earshot of the old men. Without them realising it he could just about make out what they were saying over the background noise of the bar.

"Oh that's that girl you used to keep going on about," one of the others said.

"Yes yes," he replied, "I told you she was fuckin' gorgeous didn't I? Have a proper look when she comes out."

This was followed by some leg pulling by the other two saying he was a dirty old pervert and asking what a girl like that would ever see in someone like him.

"I'm tellin' you," he said, "she used to tease me all the fuckin' time!" The others laughed but the clearly deluded old fool went on. "Yeah yeah, she knew what she was doin' wearin' such tight little skirts and with them big bouncy boobs and all!"

Just then she came back out from the ladies room. "Look at her tits look at her tits," Ernie excitedly told the others.

"Phwoar!" Came the response as they all ogled the pretty blond and her phenomenal 32HH bust as it jiggled with every step as she made her way back to her seat.

"Fuck look at that ass too, oh my God!" One of the others said.

Rather than the sad and pathetic specimen that he first appeared it quickly became obvious that Ernie wasn't someone deserving of any pity, in fact quite the opposite, he wasn't a very pleasant character at all. Steve knew he should have probably said or done something, but instead for some unknown reamister he just took the takes he had just bought and went back to sit with his young wife without a word of what he had just heard..........

.........Over the next few weeks Steve had taken to going into the bar for a quick take on his own, Alimister having seen Ernie in there obviously was not keen to return. Each time he went in he would see the old man, sometimes with his friends but more often than not on his own. It was always the same, the dirty old pervert would sit at the end of the bar eyeing up every female that came in, old or young, fat or thin, it didn't seem to make much difference, he clearly had a one track mind.

After a few weeks Steve got to know the barman in there quite well and it wasn't long before his curiosity got the better of him and he started asking about the lonely old man that sat at the end of the bar.

It turned out he was single and had been for many many years, the rumour was that his wife had left him about 20 years ago when he was apparently sent to primister. It came on good authority, apparently, that he had been convicted for a serious sexual offence. Some thought it had just been some sort of misunderstanding, some thought it was more than likely some sort of minor offence, while others were convinced it was something far more serious. The truth is that nobody really knew, but he certainly had a bad reputation for being something of an old pervert, something which of course Steve pretty much knew already...............

As he continued to observe the old boy it soon became obvious to Steve why he had been such a constant pest to his lovely Alimister. A filthy old fart like that with only one thing ever on his mind must have thought all his Christmas's had come at once when she turned up with her fresh youthful beauty and extremely curvaceous figure. He knew everything about the old man was disgusting and he knew he should maybe have gone over to him told him who he was and knocked his block off.

But for some unknown reamister the thought of this old dirty pervert who was well into his sixties lusting over his gorgeous sexy young wife still seemed to excite him. He couldn't help but smile smugly to himself at the thought of all the nights the filthy old creep must have spent in his dingy old bedroom wanking himself off his head spinning with images of her.

Above everything else he must have prayed endlessly for an opportunity, a chance, a chance to enjoy her firm young body, just once!

Steve knew from what Alimister had said in the past that he had a thing for her huge tits, and who could blame him. He knew that he would have probably given just about anything to get his hands on them and give them a good squeeze, something that Steve was free to do any time he liked. He also knew that he must have been driven crazy by her shapely and incredibly cheeky ass, especially when she wore some of her short tight skirts, hence the reamister for touching her up that day in the corridor. He must have longed for a chance to grope and fondle it, again something that Steve was free to do any time he liked. Oh yes, Steve certainly had good reamister to smile smugly to himself.

Several months went by and Steve went to the bar less and less, until one day the two of them had an invite to go to a new years eve party being held by some of his old friends from college. It was celebrate the coming of 1990 and as it turned out the party was being held in that very bar. As it also had accommodation above a few of the guys had booked rooms to stay the night, obviously the plan was for a heavy nights takeing. Surprisingly for Steve Alimister thought it a good idea and said she would look forward to it. He thought this a little strange as she wouldn't normally go near the place and it caused some suspicions he had had in the past to raise their ugly head again.

He had nothing to base his suspicions on but he always felt that Alimister had a bit of a thing for some of his old college buddies. She had always had quit a high sex drive and when you look as good as she does then you can't help but be a little nervous, especially when there are hot reded young men around, even if they are friends.

Anyway Steve tried to put these worries out of his mind and soon the night of the party came and Alimister, of course, looked absolutely gorgeous.

She wore an electric blue dress made from a stretch fabric that looked as if it had been literally painted onto her incredibly curvaceous body. With every step she took the fine material stretched tighter across her lovely ass. There was no doubt she had to be wearing a thong from the way you could see the separate individual shape of each of her beautifully rounded buttocks. Alimister was convinced it made her bum look too big, but after some persuasion from Steve she decided to go with it. The truth was it did make it look bigger, but that was no bad thing, in fact it just looked even sexier than ever! It was nice and short too but still just long enough to cover the tops of the sheer black stockings that coated her shapely legs.

It had a single zip that ran full length up the front, all the way to the neck so no cleavage on show. But the tease of the large round silver hoop on the zipper hanging at her neck conjured up thoughts of how easy it would be to just pull it down.

Being a stretch fabric it clung to her slender waist, something that was the envy of many women when you consider she was less than a year into ladyhood. The way her body seemed to just ping back into shape was the source of much amazement, and not just a little jealousy. The only noticeable change her recent maternal condition had left her with was an increased swollen firmness to the pair of 32HH breasts that stood out proudly in front of her. Without shame they seemed to push the dress to its limits inviting everyone to glare in mouth watering disbelief.

She was a true spectacle, and to finish the look of she wore a pair of black shoes with bright blue 5 inch heels that matched the colour of her dress.....she was complete perfection.

The party was quite loud and busy and Steve as always was proud to be with the girl that everyone seemed to be looking at. Within very little time Alimister had had a few vodkas and started to enjoy herself. Steve had seen it all before and recognised the signs. She was starting to get a little takes, it wasn't obvious to those who didn't know her because she always looked outwardly fine, but Steve knew and as the night wore on he could see her inhibitions fade, a clear sign that she was maybe having more to take than she should.

While all this is going on Ernie had arrived and was rather pleased to see his local bar full of so many young people enjoying themselves....in particular, well in fact only really, so many young women.

Then he saw Alimister, he couldn't believe it, she was looking even hotter than ever, if that were possible. He felt his mouth fill with saliva and his old cock twitch in his trousers as he drank in the vision of the lovely 21 year old in that incredible tight blue dress. He took a seat at the bar and never once took his eyes off her. The hair on the back of his neck seemed to rise as he thought of all the fantasies that he had unknowingly given him, so many more than he could ever hope to remember, and now there she was again, right in front of him!

Alimister had no idea he was there, but Steve saw him straight away. He smiled to himself as he watched the old man staring wide eyed at her clearly thrilled with what he saw. As the evening went on Steve made a point of checking on the old boy from time to time. He began to see what a dirty old man he was, particularity when he saw him leaving the toilet with what was obviously piss dribred down the front of his trousers. Not only that his shirt was half tucked in and half hanging out, not a good look.

Ernie didn't care what he looked like, all he cared about was watching Alimister, trying to remember every wonderful curve of her young body for when he would be alone in bed later. He knew he was in for a good time with nothing more than a vivid imagination and his trusty old right hand.....If only she knew how much pleasure she gave him.

She may have not known, but Steve had a pretty good idea, and as the music changed to a slow love misterg the thought of winding the dirty old pervert up some more suddenly seemed rather appealing.

He dragged his young wife out onto the dance floor and held each other close as they began to dance. Steve moved around until they were only a few feet away from old Ernie and Alimister was positioned with her back to him. He glanced over and saw the old guy blatantly staring at her ass with his tongue almost hanging out.

It was then that Steve slipped his hands around her waist and into the dip of her lower back, slowly he felt his way down the steep outward slope of her ass until eventually his palms came to rest over each lovely rounded cheek. The old guys eyes widened and he took a visible gulp as Steve firmly gripped each one and began to massage them, something that Ernie could only ever hope to dream of doing, and he had so dreamt of doing it....many many times.

Steve rested his face into Alimisters shoulder but kept an eye on the reaction from the old man. Knowing just how much Ernie would have given to be in his position Steve took great pleasure in demonstrating to him how only he and nobody else was free to do this with his sexy young wife.

He gently fondled and squeezed her ass as a way of deliberately winding the filthy old pervert up. As he did he knew the hem of her dress was slowly riding up at the back. He smiled smugly to himself as the old boy sat at the bar frozen to his stool with his take in his hand halfway to his mouth unable to believe what he was seeing.

Ernie felt like he could have a heart attack at any moment as the dark band of her stocking tops came into view. He had no idea that this sexy young girl that he had fantasised over so many times wore such things. It was more than he could have ever dared hope for and he stared in continued disbelief as to his utter amazement the dress went higher revealing sexy black lace suspenders too. To his mind anyone that wore stockings and suspenders knew what they were doing and it looked like it was turning out that she really was the naughty little cock teaser he had always hoped she was after all.

It was such an unbearable thrill for him, more thrilling than anything he could ever remember seeing. He couldn't tear his eyes away despite the intolerable agony of knowing he would only ever enjoy this dream girl in his mind and never for real. It was that thought that ***d him more than any other!

The old guy held his breath as he waited to see how far the hem of the skin tight blue dress would go, was he going to get to see her oh so cheeky ass? Surely not.....surely not!

He watched with his jaw almost on the floor and saliva actually dribbling from his bottom lip oblivious to the room full of people around him. He had an erection that you could hang your coat on as the sexy tight blue dress went higher. Then, just as he thought he might see her panties, Alimister reached behind herself and pulled it back down. Steve's reaction was to give her a sharp slap on the ass before continuing with their dance......something else that Ernie had longed to do.

As the night drew close to an end and people started to drift off home Steve and his friends were now seated around a table talking loudly, clearly rather the worse for take. there was five guys, including Steve, and they all had their respective partners either sitting on their laps or at their sides.

Now there had been talk that a couple of the group had indulged in a little wife swapping a few times, and strangely enough the conversation soon got around to that very subject. The pro's and con's of such an activity was debated over several more takes until someone suddenly piped up that as they had rooms booked upstairs why not give it a try.

Steve was instantly against the idea but before he could speak everyone else seemed to cheer and be up for it......including Alimister. To say he was angered by her apparent enthusiasm would be something of an understatement. He knew she had been takeing and he knew the way that affects her but he didn't expect her to be quite so keen to go along with the idea.

Without anyone really asking Steve it was soon decided that the guys would take their relevant partners upstairs, one to each room, and return with the key to that room and put it in a hat. Everyone seemed to know how it worked and it soon became apparent that this was something they had obviously done before. It all seemed to happen so fast and a very annoyed Steve felt like he had just been railroaded into the whole idea.

As they all went upstairs he knew there was no way he was going to let any of his friends have his wife, it just was not going to happen! Even worse was the thought that she was keen on the idea, he knew she always fancied a few of his friends but never thought she would do something like this.....he was very angry and very upset.

Deep down he knew it was the take that had lightened her inhibitions but if she thought she was going to have a good time with one of these guys then she was very much mistaken! His mind was working overtime on how he was going to get out of this fix, he didn't want to appear to be a bore and a prude in front of his mates but at the same time he couldn't stand the idea of his lovely young wife with any of them.

It was as they reached the top of the stairs that he suddenly had an idea, an idea that would get him out of this impossible situation and maybe even give him the last laugh.

They went into the bedroom and Steve told her that he would only agree if she put a blindfold on so she couldn't know which of the other four she was going to be with. Acting rather tipsy she smiled and agreed thinking if that was what he needed her to do for him to be okay with it then that was what she would do. Besides she thought it might actually add an exciting dimension to the whole experience.

Steve took a clean white handkerchief from his pocket and tied it tightly around her head covering her eyes so she couldn't see, luckily it was long enough to put a double knot in it so it would stay firmly on.

He couldn't believe how she was up for this, even more annoyingly he couldn't believe that she hadn't seen his reluctance to play along, it was as if she didn't care whether she hurt him or not. Of course she did care and never intended to hurt his feelings, but under the influence of slightly too much holy water as she was she honestly thought he wanted to do it too.

Anyway all he planned to do was leave the room and then return himself a few minutes later....simple! In fact he quite liked the idea of fucking while she wore a blindfold, maybe he could push the boundaries a little further with her than she would normally allow. As far as she was concerned he could be anybody, and with her being a little excited she would never have to know it was really him.

As he left the room he told her that whoever came wouldn't be allowed to speak so she would never be able to figure out who it was. Leaving her sitting on the edge of the bed unable to see anything she just giggled youngishly and said

"okay."

When he returned back down at the bar he could see the look of excitement on all the other guys faces, it was clear to Steve that Alimister was the real prize that they all wanted.

"I'm sorry guys," he said, "but she doesn't want to do it now....sorry."

The look of disappointment was clear on all their faces, and after some attempts to persuade him to go make her change her mind it was obvious that she was out of the game. Steve couldn't believe he had gotten away with it without losing face in front of all his mates.

All the while this had been going on there was somebody who had been taking a very keen interest in events....the scruffy elderly man at the bar......Ernie.

All the others got on with the "game" on their own and Steve went to the bar to get himself a take. As he ordered it he sensed someone come and stand next to him.

"You not playing then?"

It was Ernie, this was the first time the old man had spoken to him and Steve was slightly taken aback. He obviously had heard everything as he seemed to know all about what had just happened.

"Nah," Steve replied as he dropped the room key on the bar and took a long swig of his fresh beer. He noticed from the corner of his eye the old boy looking at the key.

Steve pretended not to notice as the old man continued. "Y....you not going back to let her out then?"

"She can wait a few minutes," he replied.

"Ha ha," the old man laughed nervously, "bit too keen was she?"

Before Steve could answer the old man went on. "I....I know her y'know, I..I used to work with her.....Alimister isn't it?"

"Yeah.....yeah that's right," Steve answered him rather puzzled by where this was all leading.

"I....if you want I'll go and let her out, y.....you know...if you're annoyed at her and don't want to speak to her...."

Steve turned to face him, it was the first time he had been this close and could straight away see why Alimister used to get so irritated by his constant sexual harassment. To say he was an unattractive old boy would be an understatement. He looked every bit his sixty plus years, with cracked and wrinkled skin and thinning grey greasy hair. But if that wasn't enough he had horrible yellow teeth and froth at the corners of his mouth that caused him to constantly spit as he spoke. Even the whites of his eyes were yellowish and under his thin hair line Steve noticed a number of scabs dotted about all over his head.

Couple that with his grubby shirt and urine splattered trousers it was easy to see why he disgusted Alimister so much.

Steve pretended to be surprised at the fact that he knew her and without thinking and for reamisters that, to this day he didn't fully understand, he picked the key up and tossed it into the air for the old man to catch.

Of course he caught them straight away and it was then that Steve said to him, "I'm off, tell her she'll have to get make her own way home." Clearly he was still upset with her.

With that he got up and made his way to the door. Before leaving he turned just in time to see the dirty old man scurrying off up the stairs clutching the key in his grubby little hand. He had no idea why but as he left he decided to just let fate take it's course. But deep in the back of his mind was a thought that he couldn't help but find exciting, the thought of of the possibility that this filthy old pervert just might finally get his hands on his lovely young wife...............................

.................................Ernie couldn't believe his luck at what had just happened as he hurriedly climbed the stairs.

When he got to the top he looked behind to see if anyone was following him. It was clear, he was the only one around and couldn't help but grow more excited by the second as he looked along the door numbers trying to find the one that matched the key gripped firmly in his dirty old hand.

As Ernie got to the door he was trembling from head to toe. He licked his lips to clear the froth that was forming at the edges of his drooling old mouth.

With clammy sweating hands he reached for the door handle, he had no idea what awaited him on the other side but he was prepared for the inevitable scream that would surely come for him to get out. The thought that Alimister was the other side all alone was all the encouragement he needed, it was just too much of an opportunity, one that he would certainly never have again.

The door creaked a little as it opened alerting Alimister as to somebody's arrival. Still a little the worse for take she stood up wondering with some nervous excitement who the mystery man might be.

Old Ernie simply could not believe his eyes when he saw Alimister rise to her feet, he was so stunned that it took him a few seconds before he realised she was blindfolded! things were just getting better and better!

The gorgeous 21 year old blond looked like nothing on earth, the tight dress that clung to her phenomenal curves had ridden up slightly showing the teasing dark band of her stocking tops. The clinging fabric showing off her huge firm mouth watering bust in all it's splendour and glory.

Hurriedly but quietly he closed the door behind him.

"Hello?" Alimister called out with a playful giggle.

Old Ernie approached her somewhat cautiously. As he did she reached out her hands much as a blind permister would trying to find where he was.

"Ooooh I wonder who it is?" Again her voice had a playful tone.

He was somewhat unsure of what to do as he came closer to the young woman that had been the source of all his fantasies for the past couple of years. As he looked up and down her gorgeous body he felt his already semi-hard cock stiffen more and more. There she was, the same lovely young thing that used to tease him daily, and it didn't take more than a few seconds before he realised just how this could be his one big chance, a chance he never in his wildest dreams thought he would ever get!

He was desperately excited but knew he had to be clever too. As he came within her reach he dragged his forearm across his heavily salivating mouth before nervously taking her by the wrists and moving her hands back down by her sides.

"Oooh...okay," said Alimister clearly convinced it was one of her husbands hunky friends. She sensed him moving around behind her, the closeness of his body and the tension in the air starting to get her a little turned on.

She couldn't have been further from the truth, if she had known the man standing behind her was the dirty ugly old pervert that had dogged her life for so long she would have ran screaming from the place!

Stepping up behind her Ernie looked down to see the huge bulge in his filthy stained old trousers just an inch or two away from that lovely cheeky ass that he had so long worshipped. It was pointing straight at it and the temptation to go the extra inch or two and rub himself up against her was almost too much to resist. He licked his lips and breathing so heavily that he felt sure he would give himself away he placed his trembling hands onto either side of her slender waist.

This was his first touch and it was only her waist, but she felt so good!!!!

Alimister turned her head to one side and Ernie noticed her bite down on her bottom lip as she let out a quiet sigh. It was then that the filthy old pensioner felt his erection touch against her ass.

"Oooh......someone's pleased to see me," Alimister whispered with a naughty smile on her face.

He didn't know quite what to do next, but if he was worried that she might be shocked he needn't have been. Obviously lost in the thought that he was someone else Alimister arched her back and pushed her ass out against him. His eyes rolled back in his head and he had to stifle a groan of sheer pleasure. She clearly knew what she was doing as she moved her ass around until his throbbing cock nestled neatly between her firm round cheeks, he was truly worried that he might easily just come right there in his underpants.

He couldn't believe his luck, was this really happening? How far would he be able to get before she realised who he was?

But suddenly none of that mattered as Alimister leant her head back and rested it against the side of his face, he closed his eyes and let out a long sigh as he felt her beautiful blond hair so soft and clean against his cheek. The stale unclean stench that seemed to hang around Ernie all the time was luckily masked by the strong smell of holy water on his breath. This was coupled with the fact that Alimisters senses had also been numbed somewhat by her own holy water intake.

This was such an unbelievable thrill for the the dirty sad old man, but he wanted more, and as if she knew she did something that left him with no doubt that he was now the luckiest man alive.

With his mouth hanging open in stunned awe he looked down her front to see her bring her hand up and slowly start to tug the zipper at the front of her dress downwards from her neck. At the same time he couldn't resist feeling his way down over her curvaceous hips, as he did he felt her suspenders through the fine material of her dress. While she pulled the zip down inch by inch slowly revealing more and more of her cleavage his sweaty trembling hands found their way down to her now exposed stocking tops. As he began to feel her smooth nylon clad thighs he pressed his cock harder against her ass while all the time watching her pull the zipper lower and lower slowly revealing more and more of her phenomenal bust.

She stopped at her waist and as if by magic the stretch material parted in an attempt to return to it's natural shape giving way to the power of her huge thrusting knockers. The filthy old pervert just watched in stunned silence unable to quite believe his eyes as they fully emerged in all their glory.

She was wearing a beautiful black lace half-cup bra containing the most incredible pair of tits he had simply ever seen! It was too much for him to resist as he brought his hands up the front of her body towards them. Nothing was going to stop him, he had to touch them, no man alive would be able to resist such unbearable temptation.

Alimister said nothing as his hands gently cupped them from underneath, his fingers exploring the fine lace detail of her magnificent 32HH bra. Slowly he felt his way outwards along their underside until his hands were positioned over the front of them. At long last he had this gorgeous girls magnificently huge breasts in his hands and couldn't help but groan in ecstasy as he finally got to do the one thing he thought he would never get to do.............he gently squeezed Alimisters lovely big tits.

She let out quite a loud sigh and Ernie began to realise that as long as he kept his identity a secret there was a good chance he would be able to do pretty much anything he liked. In her mind he was a handsome young hunk of a man who was making her wetter and wetter by the minute. She had no idea that the reality was a disgustingly dirty grey haired old man with yellow teeth scab encrusted head and filthy clothes, had she any idea she would have been out of there like a shot.

This was too much of an opportunity for old Ernie, all that time he had spent lusting after her, fantasising over her, wishing he could just touch her. All those lonely nights he had spent in his stinking bed with his mind full of images of her unable to control himself, having to wank himself off constantly just to get some relief from his torment! Now here she was showing him her phenomenal breasts contained in her lovely lace bra allowing him to fondle and feel all he liked.

Growing ever more desperate to make the most of this unbelievable situation he began to massage and squeeze her tits all over with his dirty groping old hands. He was amazed at just how incredibly solid they felt and Alimister gave no objection as his handling of them grew rougher and rougher.

Saliva ran from the sides of his mouth trickling down his chin and soaking into her hair as he desperately grabbed and mauled every inch of the most phenomenal pair of tits he had ever seen.

Alimister turned slightly towards him giving him his first real chance to grab a feel of her gorgeous bum, and oh was it gorgeous! It felt so firm and cheeky as he fondled one perfectly shaped buttock and then the other with his left hand while his right hand continued to grope her huge tits.....pure Heaven!

He looked down into her smooth swollen cleavage and went to slip his fingers inside her bra. As he did Alimister brought a hand up between her breasts and in an instant released the catch that held the beautiful black lace cups together. The bra instantly gave way to the outward thrust of her contained tits as they literally sprang free.

He had never seen anything like it, they looked just incredible, so big and round standing out so proudly in front of her topped off by bullet hard erect nipples that were clearly crying out for attention.

Without hesitation the rampant old pervert dipped his head and locked his filthy drooling mouth onto one sucking it hard.

"Ooooh yes you naughty boy," Alimister hissed as he slobbered all over them sucking and chewing on her ever growing nipples.

He was clearly growing more and more desperate as his other hand found its way up the back of her dress powering it's way between her legs. He could feel the moist warm softness of her lace covered pussy as he wormed his fingers deeper between her thighs. Like the amateur he was he roughly rubbed them back and forth against her in an attempt to get her even more excited. But he didn't need to, she was already excited and becoming desperate for satisfaction too.

She went to touch his face as if to kiss him. He paused to look at her, he would have loved nothing more than to taste those sensual young pouting lips, but he was afraid that it would give the game away. So he released his grip on her and quickly took hold of her wrists. Before she had the chance to wonder why he had turned her away and towards the bed.

As Alimister felt the edge of the bed against her knees she leaned forwards and placed her hands flat on the mattress, thrusting her ass in the air in the process! Old Ernie couldn't hold back his urges any longer, he needed to satisfy the throbbing pulsating cock constrained in his dirty old underpants. The sight of Alimister bent over the bed with her dress now ridden exposing the sheer perfection of her beautifully rounded buttocks was more than a mere mortal could withstand, he needed satisfaction and he needed it now!

Hurriedly he unbuckled his belt and his dirty smelly trousers dropped to his ankles quickly followed by his even dirtier and smellier underpants. Breaking out in a full body sweat and in too much of a hurry he pulled his shirt straight off over his head.

He took a second to admire in almost total disbelief what was waiting for him before slipping her sexy black thong over her hips and letting the lace garment slide slowly down her stocking clad legs all the way to the floor.

The sex starved old perverts cock was as hard as stone and bulged thick with throbbing veins, the swollen head a dark shade of purple from being almost strangled by his retracted foreskin. A sticky string of pre-cum oozed from it's tip trailing all the way to the floor, never was a man more in need of satisfaction.

With an almost feline-like motion she took her position on all fours on the edge of the bed. He placed his trembling sweaty old hands on her beautiful ass cheeks and gently prized them apart slowly exposing the glistening pink lips of her sweet juicy waiting cunt. This was it, the moment he had only ever dared to dream of, never for a moment thinking it could ever really happen!

He stepped up behind her and pressed the tip of his desperate erection into the folds of her now slightly gaping lips causing it to jerk and twitch uncontrollably. Shaking all over he started to push himself forward into her completely overwhelmed by the absolute ecstasy of feeling the tightness of her warm wet hole around his manhood.

At the same time she pushed her ass back against him and in no time at all she had taken his full length deep inside her. He couldn't believe it and watched in complete disbelief as she started to ride herself up and down on his rigid pole flexing the muscles in her pussy gripping it so tightly.

He wasn't going to be able to withstand this sort of treatment for very long, his cock already dribbling a sticky stream of pre-cum into her. He couldn't hold back a moment longer, there was no point in even trying. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back hard against him, over and over he did this ramming himself into her with a violent roughness that Alimister couldn't help but enjoy.

With every thrust the slapping sound of her now soaked pussy rang around the room. He reached forward for a fist full of her lovely blond hair and pulled her head back towards him as far as the arch of her back would allow. He then reached around her and squeezed the obscenely massive pair of tits that now thrust far out in front of her.

Unable to control himself he bit down onto her neck with his filthy yellow stained teeth sucking as much of her soft sweet skin into his mouth as possible. Slobbering and drooling like a rabid dog he frantically thrust himself back and forth inside her as deeply as he could possibly go. Her massive tits bulged out between his tightly gripping fingers as he squeezed them as hard as he could relishing the feel of their unbelievable firmness.

The sensation of her pussy tightly wrapped around his stiff throbbing cock was all too much and the filthy pig of a man felt his aged old balls tighten as he pounded himself into her with all the energy he could muster.

This was it, there was no holding back now, as all too soon he felt the massive surge of spunk that was now powering it's way through his shaft. In a moment of unbelievable ecstasy he exploded a vast torrent of his filthy seed deep into Alimisters lovely waiting cunt. Over and over he pumped himself into her puffing and panting as he filled her up with more and more of the dirty smelly stuff.

Alimister writhed against him thinking that she was milking the cock of one of her husbands fit handsome friends oblivious to the fact that she really being pumped full of the dirty stinking spunk of a pervy old man, an old man that was enjoying the single most incredible experience of his life.

On and on he bucked into her spewing a seemingly endless river of his hot creamy spunk inside the pretty blond 21 year old, his hands feeling and groping all over every last inch of her lovely voluptuous young body.

As his pace inevitably slowed he took long deep hard thrusts into her, almost pulling himself out before ramming himself back in right up to his balls over and over again. Alimister was loving it and every time his cock was buried as deep as it would go she couldn't help but grind herself back against him, the walls of her cunt wringing every last drop out of him.

Then all too soon he found himself running out of energy and wrapped his arms around her as he lay his full weight down on her back. Twitching and jerking his old cock spilt the final drops from his tired old balls as he slowly came to a halt. It was then that he began to realise that this girl was turning him on so much that he might actually be able to go again, he was still hard and very excited, quite something for a man of his age.

He rolled off her and flopped onto the bed on his back as he tried to catch his breath for a few moments.

Mandy had finally passed her driving test and was enjoying the freedom that came with having her own car. It wasn't much of a car just a small runabout, but it was enough for a 20 year old girl to get around in who, at the same time, was saving hard for a place of her own and so didn't have much money.

It was a warm Saturday night and the pretty big busted blond was on her way home from spending the day with a friend who had moved away about a year or so ago. It was a journey of about 30 miles that took Mandy through some narrow twisty country roads that she didn't know very well at all.

The two of them had planned a couple of games of tennis as they often used to play together, but there was a problem. Although Mandy was dressed for it she had forgotten to wear one of the most important things, her sports bra. The half cup lacy number that she had on was a good fit and an expensive garment but not really the sort of thing that a big busted girl like Mandy could wear for something like a good game of tennis.

So in the end they spent some of that afternoon catching up over a couple of takes in a local bar. Mandy knew she had to be careful not to have too much as she had the long drive home and having just got her license she certainly didn't want to risk losing it already. But as is so often the case one take led to another and before she knew it she had probably had one or two more than she should have, she wasn't takes at all but she was a little concerned.

Anyway the couple of coffees and bite to eat she had before she left hopefully had put things right.....................................



................................Seth Green was your typical middle-aged lazy slob of a man, with a dead end job no money and fat nagging wife that made his life a complete misery. The years of slouching in front of the television swigging beer all night had taken their toll on his already ailing 57 year old body. He hated his life and what he was but he never seemed to try to do anything about it. It had gotten to the stage where everything was so boring and mundane that he sometimes wondered what the point was in going on. Not that he was the sort to ever really consider taking his own life, he was far too cowardly for that, and besides he would probably get it all wrong and fail miserably as he did with most things. He could easily see the rest of his life ahead of him and it wasn't something that filled him with much in the way of optimism. This was not least because he was such a useless lump that who just couldn't be bothered to make things change, so he really had nobody but himself to blame.

On this particular Saturday he had been doing much the same as any other, sitting on his fat sweaty ass watching television while his equally fat and sweaty wife spent most of her time going on at him. He tried his best to ignore her moaning on about the state the house was in and asking him when was he going to do something about it....but it wasn't easy!

By about 5pm he had had enough of the constant irritating sound of her voice and got up from the sofa he had been slumped on all day to go out.

"Oh about time!" She shouted with a roll of the eyes, "not going to actually do something is he!"

Still taking no notice of her he glanced at his reflection in the hall mirror as he passed it. Looking back at him was an overweight unfit lump of a man who seemed to be looking older with every passing day. Pausing for a second he leaned forward to inspect a yellow stain he had noticed down the front of the smelly old string vest he was wearing. He remembered the runny egg sandwich he had for lunch and with a shrug of indifference he just ignored it. The tatty old garment did nothing to conceal his flabby man-boobs or the round hairy beer belly that hung over his trousers.....he wasn't a pretty sight, and he knew it.

Without a word Seth walked out through the front door and went to get into his car, his wife following closely behind asking him in a sarcastic tone where on earth he thought he was going.

Years of practise gave him the ability to just completely ignore her as he got into his car, started it up, and shoved it into gear. "Anywhere where you're not," he grumred through clenched teeth as he pulled out of the driveway and headed off down the road.

As he drove out of town he stopped at a small corner news agents to buy something before heading off to a secluded spot on a quiet country road that he knew well. His beaten up old car rattled it's way along the deserted narrow lanes until he came to the clearing next to a field where he had pulled in so many times before. He liked this spot because he rarely saw anyone else and he knew he would be undisturbed so he could have some time alone to indulge himself in what was probably the only pleasure he still had in life.

He turned the engine off and reclined his seat a little before opening the brown paper bag containing his new purchase. Inside was the latest edition of his favourite adult magazine. He always picked this one because it came crammed full with pictures of young big busted models, and as far as he was concerned there was nothing better on this earth than beautiful girls with huge tits.

As he pulled it out a smile came across his fat unshaven face as he cast his eyes over the picture of the scantily clad girl on the cover. He wasn't a complete fool, he knew the girls inside were the kind that he could only ever hope to dream about.....but then what's wrong with dreaming? Girls like these didn't exist in his world, and even if they did they would never give someone like him even the time of day, more than likely they would look at him as if he was something they had just trod in. But so what! Seth had a good imagination, and in the privacy of his thoughts he could be with girls like this and they would let him do whatever he wanted.

He made a quiet low grumbling noise as he made himself comfortable by propping the magazine up against the steering wheel so his hands were free. He began to thumb his way through the pages licking his lips and muttering his delight at the pictures of all the beautiful girls inside. The sad old perv' soon came to the pages that contained the photo set of the girl on the cover.

"Mmmmmm ooooh yes, you dirty bitch," he mumred to himself as he looked her over.

She had everything he loved. A very sweet pretty face, lovely blond hair an incredible firm round ass and, most importantly, an absolutely huge pair of tits.

He took a moment to read the article that accompanied the pictures which told him she was 19 and just out of college. Apparently she loved to have men ogle her tits and, if they asked nicely, she was quite happy to let anyone have a feel.

"Oooh yes I bet you would you cock teasin' fuckin' bitch," he whispered. Everything that was written was complete bullcuckolds brownie of course but the old man obviously knew it, but it was so much better to believe what he was reading no matter how ridiculous it sounded.

The first pictures were of her looking a right tease in some very sexy white lacy underwear sitting on the edge of a bed. Instantly Seths hand dropped into his lap to take care of his swelling erection. He squeezed the ever growing thing through his trousers as he began to imagine himself there in the room with her.

He continued mumbling under his breath, "ooh fuck me....you want some of my cock?"

He looked every bit the filthy old pervert thumbing through his dirty magazine licking his lips as he slowly examined each picture in turn. He could almost hear her voice so soft and seductive in his head......"Ooh yes touch me....please touch me."

He made a strange deep grumbling sound and smiled as he slowly continued through the sequence of pictures. They were the usual sort of thing, laid out on a bed in her sexy underwear very slowly removing it little by little as they progressed. He turned the page to find the next picture was of her laid on the bed with her knees up and wide apart, her bra was gone and her tits stood up like mountains as she held one of them in her hand. Her other hand had slipped into the front of her lace panties making it look as if she was fingering herself.

"Oh yes yes, you want it don't you, you want my cock in your lovely wet pussy...." He continued.

In his mind he could hear her almost pleading with him, "yes yes yes, mmmmmmm ooooh yes please...." With a lick of the lips he began to rub his cock harder and faster through his trousers, the deluded dirty fat old fool was in a complete world of his own.

The next few pictures showed her slowly peeling her panties down her legs. "Yes ooh yes you dirty fuckin' cock teaser," he went on as he now gripped his erection firmly through the material of his trousers and wanked himself as furiously as he dare, he didn't want this over yet.

Now he was looking straight down at her facing him with her legs wide open, her eyes shut with one hand massaging her huge left breast while the other now fingered her glistening gaping pussy.

Old Seth came back to the real world for a second and had a quick furtive look around to make sure there was no sign of anyone else on the quiet country road before unzipping his trousers and releasing his huge throbbing cock. It sprang out with ease standing up hard and straight, he was such a lazy slob that he hardly ever bothered putting any underpants , and today was no exception. The unclean smell of the dirty old thing seemed to fill the car as he turned to the next page.

She had turned herself over and was now on her knees with her gorgeous ass in the air, her face turned towards the camera with a look of pleasure all over it as her huge heavy tits swayed beneath her. The fat old slob puffed and panted as he grabbed his cock firmly in his sweaty fist and pumped it up and down trying desperately not to go too fast, "you want it you bitch You fuckin' want it!"

The next picture was the same only now she had reached down along under her body and was parting her wet pussy lips with her fingers. He could still hear her voice in his head, "ooooh Seth what a huge cock, mmmmm you dirty bastard please I want it in me oooh please...please fuck me with it!"

The dirty old wanker imagined himself kneeling behind her rubbing his swollen purple helmet against her gorgeous juicy slit. He wanted it to last as long as possible but the thought of powering his cock into that lovely wet cunt was almost too much to take.

Just then his concentration was broken by the sound of a car coming along the road.

"Shit!" He cursed as he dropped the magazine onto his lap to cover his erection and quickly leant his elbow on the door handle and rested his head in his hand trying not to look suspicious.

It came from behind and the old boy closed his eyes so it would look as if he was just having an innocent nap in the peace of the countryside. As he heard it drive by he pretended not to notice it and waited for it to carry on it's way. After a few seconds he figured it safe to open his eyes, but as he did he was annoyed to see it had pulled over on the side of the road about 50 yards ahead.

"Oh for fuck sake!" His anger soon grew as he noticed from the slight angle it was parked at that it seemed to have a flat front tyre. "Oh cuckolds brownie! Might as well fuck off home," he grumred.

The driver was Mandy, and as she turned her engine off she sat in there for a second trying to figure out what to do. Something was wrong, she had no idea what, all she knew was that the car felt funny and was making a funny noise. As she got out it didn't take her too long to see what the problem was, she had a flat tyre. This was a first for the novice driver and instantly she felt a mild panic wash over her....now what was she supposed to do?

From where Seth was parked the car obscured his view, but he could definitely see she was a girl, and a blond one at that, suddenly he seemed in a little less of a hurry to drive off.

Mandy wasn't even sure exactly where she was, and even if she knew she couldn't call anyone because she had no signal on her phone. She instantly felt anxious and close to tears as she just stood there at a complete loss. It was then that she looked back down the road at the beaten up old car that she had just passed with the old man relaxing in it. Knowing she was miles from home and feeling rather frightened at the prospect of being stranded out in the middle of nowhere she wondered if the old man might be the sort of good samaritan to help her out.

With no choice other than to give it a try she started the brief walk back down the road towards him. She prayed that he would know what to as the alternative didn't bear thinking about.

Amazed by her lack of any reaction old Seth did what any man would do, he gently squeezed it. Instantly he could feel the incredible firmness, a firmness that had his cock twitching violently in his trousers.

Mandy suddenly jumped at what he was doing and as she did she banged her head hard against the underside of the car. It was a loud bang and she had clearly hurt herself, but as she groaned with the pain the old boy just saw this as another opportunity.

"Are you okay?" Came the concerned sounding response as he leaned forward to see what she had done.

He had let the hem of her skirt drop but left his hand where it was. Seeing she was a little dazed and her attention was momentarily on the bang to her head the dirty old pervert continued to enjoy feeling his way around under her skirt.

Mandy pulled her head out from under the car rubbing where she had hit it seemingly oblivious to where his hand was. Old Seth wasn't about to miss this unbelievable opportunity and continued for several seconds to fondle this incredibly sexy girls cheeky ass through her lovely white lace panties.

As she got to her feet the old man thought he had better not push his luck and after another second or two allowed his hand to fall away.

"Ooh that hurt," she said as she continued to rub her head. He couldn't believe his luck, it may have been the shock from banging her head, or momentary amnesia, who knows...but she seemed completely unaware of what he had just done....he had gotten away with it.

He had to lick his now heavily salivating lips before he could speak. "Are you okay?" He said still pretending to be concerned.

"Yes...yes I'm fine thanks, ooh I don't know what happened there." She seemed a little confused and old Seth suggested she go and sit in his car while he finished sorting the wheel.

His mind was racing with what had just happened as he hurriedly replaced the final wheel nut. He dropped the jack and the car came to rest back down on the completely flat tyre.

He walked back to his own car looking around the deserted countryside. The light was starting to fade and he could see it was looking like she was stuck and he would probably have to give her a lift somewhere. As he approached the car he caught a whiff of stale sweat and lifted his arms to sniff his pits.

Having just changed a car wheel and with it being such a mild evening the dirty fat old boy wasn't too surprised that he was giving off a bit of a stink. Being so unfit and overweight he often smelled like this and had become used to it seeing it as quite normal. So he just shrugged his shoulders as if to say, "so what!"

He opened the car door and climbed in only to see Mandy sitting in the front passenger seat with her head against the window and her eyes closed.

"Er...h..how you feeling?" Seth asked unable to help himself from casting an eye over her fit curvaceous young body.

There came no response and he became concerned that she may be knocked out. It was a concern that only lasted a few seconds though as he found his attention focused on just how hot she looked.

He brought his hand up to his mouth and bit down on his knuckles as he turned in his seat to face her. His mind went into overdrive as he again spoke to her to see if she was awake. Again there came no response and the old man shuffled a little closer.

"Oh fuck," he whispered as he freely ogled those gorgeous firm tits straining the flimsy yellow cotton top. He watched the swell of her massive cleavage rising upward with each breath. His face was now inches from hers as he continued to look down in stunned awe at the most incredible bust he had ever laid eyes upon.

"Are you awake?" Came the almost silent whisper from the creepy fat old man as he reached over and gently placed his hand on the far side of her face.

"Mmmmmmmm," she quietly sighed. With her eyes still closed it was obvious that she was at least very very drowsy, if not completely arelax.

With his mouth hanging wide open and spit dribbling from his bottom lip the disgusting old pervert couldn't believe his luck. Less than an hour ago he was looking at pictures of gorgeous big busted blond babes in his magazine, and now as if by magic he had a real one right in front of him!

He lowered his hand from her face and down her neck to her shoulder. Still there came no response and trembling with excitement he leaned forward and kissed her tenderly on the cheek. It felt so incredibly silky smooth and he held his breath in silence as he found it impossible to resist moving his hand down towards her breast.

With eyes bulging from their sockets and sweat breaking out all over him old Seth couldn't quite believe what he was about to do. With still no reaction from the pretty blond he took this once in a lifetime chance and gently placed his clammy old hand onto one of those incredible lovely big tits.

He couldn't help letting out a deep long sigh of sheer pleasure as he slowly tightened his grip and gave it a gentle squeeze. This had to be without a doubt one of the biggest tits the sex hungry old boy had ever laid his hands on. As if it's size wasn't enough he was shocked and surprised by how firm it was, much firmer than he would have ever imagined.

"Oh Lord...." He whispered as he began to carefully fondle the incredible thing, "oh dear....oh my dear sweet Lord..."

His hard-on was raging and without a care for whether she might awake he brought his other hand up and took hold of her other tit. He made a sort of strange whimpering noise as he squeezed and began to massage them both through her thin cotton vest top.

"Oh fuck lovely....so fuckin' lovely, mmmmmmm ooooh yes yes yes," he sighed still unable to quite believe what was happening. It was like a dream, almost impossible to believe that he had this lovely girls beautiful big firm knockers in his hands.

For several minutes he just stared at them while he took his time to enjoy squeezing and groping them all he liked. Dribbling and sweating he would excitedly squashed them together powering her cleavage ever upwards. The sight was unbelievable and the dirty old pig pushed his face down into them and licked sucked and kissed all over the massive swell of tit meat.

He was getting so carried away that even if she now woke he probably wouldn't be able to stop, the urges that filled his body seemed almost beyond his control.

In no time at all he had slipped the shoulder straps of her yellow top down her arms and exposed her incredibly sexy white lace bra. It was huge and Mandys boobs filled it to the absolute max.

Again he lowered his head into them, but this time opened his mouth wide over her lace covered nipples and sucked hard. Grunting groaning and slobbering he feasted on her bra encased tits as if his life depended on it.

He reached down unzipped his flies and, having no underpants on, his cock sprang straight out looking hard and angry as it throbbed and oozed fluid from it's tip.

It was then that he lifted her sexy little skirt to reveal the delicate white lace panties concealed underneath.

"Ooh fuck look at that....look at that!" He whimpered as without hesitation he reached down and touched them. "Oh fuck me," he sighed as he traced the outline of her pussy with his fingertips pushing the fresh white lace slowly into the damp folds.

He brought his fingers to his nose and sniffed them. "Oh yes you dirty bitch," he whispered as he picked up the scent of her juices.

He was so excited, more than he could ever remember being and he wanted to do so much. But with his cock pulsating so much and dripping with copious amounts of pre-cum he knew there was a real danger that it could go off all by itself. With things becoming desperate he knew he had to do something quick.

Luckily he had a big spacious car and he was able to kneel on the edge of her seat with one knee and throw his other leg across her to rest the other knee on the other side. Now straddling her still relaxing body he looked down at the gorgeous girl, he knew he couldn't lower his fat sweaty bulk down onto her lap, if he did he would probably crush her.

Instead he manoeuvred forward a little until his cock touched against her tits. He had never known a feeling like it, he was so close to the brink and had no idea how he was managing to restrain his overflowing balls.

Without a moment to spare he rubbed his erection up and down in her cleavage, it felt so good and the sweating old pervert knew he wasn't going to last long. With things now desperate he lowered his cock below her tits and pushed it up between them pulling the front clasp of her bra forward so he could go up behind it.

"Oh God!" Seth sighed with trembling breath. With the sexy lace bra holding her tits firmly together and his cock sladyed in pre-cum the dirty sweaty old boy found he slid easily between the incredibly tight gap.

With an upward thrust his swollen purple helmet emerged from the depths of her cleavage just below her chin. It was a sight he never thought he would ever see and he couldn't control himself any longer. It was all too much as he drew it back down before thrusting upwards again, Feeling he was about to come he knew there was no holding back, all he could do was go with the inevitable.

He reached down and grabbed either side of her tits, squashing them tight around his desperately hard cock. With sweat pouring from him he rammed it up and down between Mandys amazing 34HH boobs.

With all the excitement he didn't notice her start to awaken. He was lost in a world of unbelievable ecstasy as he relentlessly pounded her with his cock.

Mandys eyes fluttered open to see a big fat hairy belly through a grubby old string vest right before them. It only took her a second to realise what was happening and immediately tried to push him off.

"Get off you dirty bastard!" Her cry fell on deaf ears and so she struggled and shouted again. "GET OFF ME! NO STOP STOP!!!"

Seth looked down to see her trying to shove him off, but he was too heavy and too determined. There was no way he was able to stop now.

The smelly fat old man shook all over with excitement as his thrusting grew faster and faster. "Oh God uh..uh..uh...I...I'm sorry ...uh..uh..uh," he hissed through gritted teeth. "I.....uh...uh...uh, I c....can't...uh..uh..uh...I...oh fuck fuck yes!"

All of a sudden it happened, as his dirty stinking tool thrust upwards and emerged from her cleavage once more a huge rope of thick creamy spunk flew from its tip landing all across her sweet face.

"YES OH FUCK YES!!!" The old man cried as he tit fucked her for all he was worth covering her with load after load of his dirty stinking sperm. He had never known anything like it, never had he experienced such an orgasm as a seemingly endless torrent poured from him all over her huge breasts.

Mandy coughed and spluttered as she shook her head from side to side trying to avoid the deluge.

"Get off m..." she again tried to shout, but as soon as her mouth opened she instantly tasted his spunk as it found it's way inside. Spitting and spluttering she still tried to push him off, but it was useless......and now too late.

The relief for the dirty pervert was overwhelming as he emptied his frustrated old balls of their creamy load. As he continued his pace slowed and soon he was squeezing the final drops from himself.

Mandy fell still realising there was no point in fighting now. At the same time letting out a long deep sigh old Seth slipped his cock out and carefully clambered off.

He took a moment to look over the wondrous sight, a sight he never imagined he would ever see, a gorgeous sexy girl like Mandy covered in his spunk.

Mandy however just sat there in silence, shocked by what had just happened.

The old man slumped back in his own seat and as he raised his fat sweaty ass to do his trousers back up he spoke. "Phew...that was good...thank you." The satisfied smile on his face said it all.

Still Mandy sat in silence. Sensing her obvious annoyance Seth changed his attitude. "Well you shouldn't be such a prick teaser should you," he said as if it were somehow her fault. "What do you expect walking around with huge fuckin' tits like that eh?"

Still ignoring him she opened the car door got out and headed back down the road towards her own car. As she walked she wiped away the dirty sticky mess that covered her face with her fingers. It seemed to be everywhere and as she approached the car her first thought was to get a cloth to try and clean herself up.

Meanwhile Seth started his engine and slowly began to creep along behind her to where she was parked. As he drew up alongside he saw she was just finishing cleaning herself up and as if nothing had happened asked her if she wanted a lift.

It was then that the pretty blond suddenly changed launching a barrage of insults at him. It was like water off a ducks back though and the old boy just sat there until she had finished before again asking if she wanted a lift.

It may sound crazy but she knew she had no choice. There was no way she wanted to be stranded out there all night, and besides he had done what he had done now and hopefully that was it. Even after everything she had been through over the last year or so she was still so naive as to the workings of the male mind.

Soon after a token stand-off she reluctantly got back in the car and the two of them were driving through the narrow twisty roads.

Mandy was uncomfortable at the way he kept on looking at her. She now wished her skirt wasn't so short or her top so revealing. It was clear that he approved from the way he was unable to keep his eyes on the road for more than a few seconds at a time.

The truth was he could feel himself getting turned on again, how could he not? She was sat there with that white tennis skirt so teasingly short displaying her lovely firm young thighs in all their glory. Along with that he still couldn't quite get over her tits, and despite what he had already done he still had an unbearable urge to reach out and fondle them.

She came up for a breath of air before she ***d from his horrible slobbering over enthusiastic kiss. Without realising it she was suddenly presenting him with a spectacular tempting view of her huge knockers still contained in the tightly fitting top. As they hovered like two huge balloons just above his face he was clearly getting desperate as he told her abruptly to get her top off.

Now defeated Mandy did as she was asked without question, peeling the yellow cotton top off over her head. Leaning back across him she watched the look on the overweight 57 year old mans face as he stared wide eyed at the sexy white lace 34GG bra that held her spectacular big heaving breasts.

Mandy continued to wank his dirty throbbing cock as he went for them like a rampant natural sucking and chewing as he feasted hungrily on them, tits bra everything.

"Mmmmm mmmmmm...lovely...fuckin'..tits," he grunted excitedly, his voice muffled as she squashed them hard against his red sweating face.

Then, before Mandy could do anything, he put an arm around her and heaved her across his body, her legs spread wide as she straddled his huge fat belly. He paused a second to have a look at her before telling her to take "it" off. She knew he meant her bra and so she reached behind herself and released the catch before letting it slide down her arms and off.

"OH FUCK ME!" Seth exclaimed as he marvelled at the wondrous sight of her huge naked breasts thrusting out right above him. He had never in his life seen a pair like it, tits like these only existed in his wildest fantasies!

Experience had taught Mandy there was no getting away from the inevitable and she knew what she had to do. Now in only her little white tennis skirt and panties and sitting across his stomach she leaned forward lowering them into his face.

He couldn't believe her sudden willingness to get involved and without hesitation seized the opportunity. He took them in his hands and squeezed them hard as he licked and kissed all over her nipples. "Ooh yes yes yes," he kept on repeating as he sucked and chewed on one then the other over and over. Never had he been treated to a more incredible experience, he had never had his hands on a bigger or firmer pair.

With Mandy now actively rolling them around over his face he released them from his grip and ran his hands again up the backs of her smooth firm thighs. With her legs spread wide across him and her skirt too short to hide anything he found himself free touch and stroke her pussy through the tightly stretched strip of white lace that covered it.

"Ooh you lovely lovely dirty bitch," he puffed as he slipped the fingers of both hands under from either side. There was nothing Mandy could do to stop him as he ran them along her now very moist slit. "Mmmmm ooh yes yes," he went on as he fingered her juicy wet lips for a few moments before driving the middle finger of his right hand straight up inside her. Mandy couldn't help but gasp as he started to finger fuck her as hard and fast as he could. He couldn't believe how tight and wet she was, and wanted desperately to get his cock in there.

It was only inches away pointing straight at its goal. The old man slipped his finger out and tugged her panties to one side as he started to push her back down towards it.

"N...no...please no," Mandy pleaded in one last act of defiance.

"Oh come on please," he begged as he continued pushing her back towards his rock hard erection, "you know you want to."

Suddenly Mandy felt it touch against the lips of her pussy. The old mans eyes rolled back in his head as he let out another long deep moan. He was excited beyond belief and there was nothing the pretty busty blond could do as her pussy lips started to part around it's huge swollen tip.

Seth watched as Mandy arched her back to raise herself up until her tits were beyond the reach of his salivating mouth. With her hands on his barrel chest for support and her arms locked straight squashing her tits together he saw her eyes close as he felt the tight wetness of her pussy lips slip over the helmet of his cock. It was just the most incredible sensation and again he groaned as she slowly slid herself down its gristly length.

The old man was in stunned disbelief as she began to pull herself back up it before lowering herself down it again. She did it a couple of times slowly at first but then got quicker and quicker...she was actually fucking him! he wasn't fucking her, she was fucking him!!!

He lay there knowing he wasn't going to last very long as she now danced her ass up and down, her pussy getting wetter and wetter as it tightly gripped his manhood.

Again she lowered her now bouncing tits to within reach of his mouth and he wasted no time in taking them in and suckling roughly on them.

"Oh God yes yes yes," he cried as she expertly worked her tight wet cunt up and down his over excited tool. There was no turning back, the old man could already sense the onset of an orgasm. He reached around her and grabbed her bouncing ass cheeks sinking his fingers into them as she rode his cock faster and faster.

"Oh fuck I'm coming!" Seth cried out as he suddenly took over and started ramming himself hard and fast into her. He sucked and licked and kissed her tits all over as he pounded her cunt like a man possessed driving his cock as deep into her as it could possibly go.

Mandy could feel the inevitable orgasm building within, there was nothing she could do as her body again betrayed her. This filthy stinking fat old man made her feel sick, but his huge plundering cock felt so good as it drove in and out of her like a piston.

Suddenly Seth grimaced and let out a loud cry as his balls released a torrent of spunk that thundered up through his cock and flooded into this lovely fresh young pussy.

"AAAAAAARRGGHH YES YES YES YOU FUCKIN' BITCH!" He shouted as he pumped load after load of his thick creamy muck into her.

All Mandy could do was take it and make the most of the orgasm she was now powerd to enjoy. She said nothing as her pussy contracted around the invading length of manhood. Her juices pouring from deep within mixing with the flood of sperm that was pumping into her.

Old Seth just held her tight as he continued to ram her lovely wet cunt with his cock, his balls squashing against her lips as he pushed himself in hard and deep.

Mandy held herself firm as he finished himself off squeezing every last drop from the depths of his old balls until he had no more to give.

With a long sigh he kissed her on the mouth while his hands ran up and down the curvaceous outline of her body. She could feel the pulsating throb of his hard old tool as it expelled it's final dribbling blobs of spunk.

"Mmmmm I needed that," he whispered as he nuzzled her freshly scented neck through her lovely soft blond hair.

Mandy was having no more of it and climbed off the fat old pervert, not before he gave her one last hearty slap on the ass though.

She got to her feet and without a word quickly dressed before heading back to the car. As Seth followed he looked the 20 year old beauty up and down and couldn't quite believe what he had just done. For Mandy he was just another dirty old pervert who couldn't control himself........

Like any other 20 year old Mandy found the urge for independence ever growing but knew a career change was needed if she ever to have any hope of affording a place of her own. She enjoyed her job but it didn't pay anything like enough, and couple that with the constant harassment from that old weasel Walter she knew a change was overdue.

Of course when you look like Mandy you have something of a head start over everyone else and she quickly managed to secure herself a position as a sales negotiator for a local estate agents. It wasn't the sort of job she was particularly looking for but with a salary of almost double what she was previously on and a generous commission on top it was the opportunity she was looking for.

Luckily she found herself working a with a nice group of people and being a very professional outfit it came as a pleasant change to not have to suffer the sort of constant sexual harassment she had in the past. No crude comments, no leering lecherous old men, no wandering hands, nothing. Of course there was no way of telling what was going on in the minds of her male colleagues, and the truth probably was that there wasn't a man there who wouldn't have given anything to fuck the busty blonds brains out, but they were professionals and that sort of thing simply didn't go on.

So Mandy settled in nicely and was enjoying every part of her new job. Her stunning looks gave her a distinct advantage when dealing with male clients, an advantage that more than made up for her lack of experience. Something that didn't go unnoticed by her all male management team.

It was company policy that all staff wore a uniform, with the female staff in a striking red suit consisting of a top quality fitted skirt and blazer. Underneath they had to wear a pure white blouse with the company red and white silk scarf tucked into the top. The overall look was very much like the uniform of an air hostess, sexy yet very classy. The skirt came in a choice of three lengths, but strangely enough for some reamister the choice wasn't offered to Mandy. It was decided by those in charge that she would get the shortest as a way of them making the most of her very obvious assets. To be fair it wasn't overly short, but finishing high enough above the knee to display a good portion of her smooth and luscious thighs. This maintained a sexy look while being classy and still acceptable for a professional position. Not only that but whoever ordered it somehow managed to order it just half a size smaller than what she had asked for! This of course made it just a little on the tight side, again not very tight but definitely snug and rather figure hugging showing off her curvaceous ass to its fullest. It seemed that whoever did the ordering could clearly see an opportunity, and it was obviously one not to be missed.

To finish the look off she would wear flesh coloured stockings and red patent leather 5 inch stilettos. With such shapely legs and not being particularly tall Mandy could wear such a high heel without it looking improper for work.

So she would arrive every day looking like she had just stepped out of a top class glamour magazine, very sexy yet still maintaining a professional and classy image. With her lovely blond hair pulled back into a pony tail and her pretty fresh young face with no more than the subtlest touch of make-up she was without a doubt a sight to behold.

Obviously looking as she does Mandy always attracts a lot of attention. Her colleagues would smile to themselves at the almost embarrassed looks on the faces of male clients as they would try to avert their gaze away from her phenomenal bust. Nearly always they would fail miserably and one of either two things would invariably happen. Either they would try to look her in the eye while being unable to help themselves from having a sneaky glance down every few seconds. Or there would be those who would blatantly just stare holding virtually their entire conversation with the mouth watering pair without as much as a glance up at her face.

With the odd trip to the filing cabinet thrown in giving the unmissable treat of a look at her spectacular ass in that short tight red skirt most couldn't help but find themselves rather distracted from the matter in hand. Of course these were things that Mandy had grown so used to that she would hardly even notice, in fact it all seemed perfectly normal to her.

The company had for some time now been trying to secure a deal with a developer who wanted to build luxury homes on a site that they had managed to locate for them. The deal was worth millions with the agents standing to get a very healthy commission for their part. The only problem was that there was a rundown old house sitting on the plot of land with a disared old man living there refusing to move.

They had tried everything including offering him way over the odds for the virtually derelict old building, but he wasn't interested. It wasn't that he couldn't see how generous the offer was, and it wasn't like he couldn't use the money. It was more the fact that he was a stubborn old bugger who didn't like the way these flash money men in their expensive suits thought they could do whatever they wanted.

It was a difficult situation as he was 82 years old and they knew it wouldn't look too good if they appeared to be powering such an elderly permister from their home of almost 60 years. They maintained a gentle approach, despite his rude and obnoxious nature, and had been to see him a few times with offers of nice new homes to view but to no avail.

He wasn't the easiest of people to speak to as he was rather hard of hearing. Most things had to be repeated several times which tried even the most patient of men. One time the bad tempered old boy had gotten so irritated that he virtually threw one of them out of the house leaving the poor unsuspecting salesman with no idea what he was supposed to have done. One minute they're talking and the next the old man has pulled himself up on his walking frame before thumping it down onto his feet shouting at him to get out.

It was frustrating for them because they all knew he was being offered more money than he could ever hope to spend and with a nice brand new house into the bargain, it really was a fantastic offer, but nobody could make him see it.

This was when, as a last desperate attempt before the developers pull the plug on the whole deal, they decided that maybe he would respond better to someone else, someone he hadn't seen before, a female perhaps, an attractive female......like Mandy.

Now this wasn't the first time a female member of staff had tried to talk some sense into him. The previous attempt however was by one of the female senior managers, an overweight unattractive woman in her mid fifties. Despite being a tough business woman she was taken aback by his prehistoric sexist attitude. He basically spoke to her like a piece of dirt, he was rude arrogant and unbelievably disrespectful. It was obvious that he was of the mind that a woman couldn't possibly have a thought or an opinion worthy of being heard. It was a terrible attitude but being in his eighties meant he no longer really cared what other people thought of him. Despite this there was nothing else the company could do, they had no choice, they had to give it one last chance. So it was decided that Mandy would take one of the company cars and try to get him to come with her to look at one of the nice new homes they had lined up for him.

Despite being a miserable sexist pig it was still considered perfectly safe, after all being disared meant he was barely able to stand without the aid of a walking frame, and besides she probably wouldn't even get through the front door anyway. So the appointment was made.

The very next day Mandy was given the address together with a brief on the whole situation including what this deal was potentially worth to everyone. She arrived in one of the bosses shiny new cars and knocked on the door. It took a few minutes and several knocks on the door before there were any signs of life stirring inside. The old man was obviously having trouble as she could hear him bashing into things and cursing as he worked his way to the door.

With a loud creak it slowly opened and Mandy saw this rather frail and pathetic looking old man struggling to open the door while clinging to his walking frame. There seemed to be a lot of junk around which gave him virtually no room to manoeuvre. The pretty 20 year old looked him over. He had almost no hair on his head and from the way his jaw stuck out and his bottom lip came up over his top lip almost to his nose it was clear that he had not a single tooth in his head. His back was also very badly curved which caused him to stoop forward over his walking frame.

"Hi I'm Mandy from...."

"I know who you are," he replied in a manner that fitted with everything she had been told about him.

"Oh," replied the busty young blond politely. "Well then, you know why I'm here."

The old man turned and shuffled off back down the hall towards his sitting room knocking into all sorts of pieces of junk with his frame as he went. Her experiences with old men hadn't been very pleasant up until now and so Mandy felt a little apprehensive. But she had to remind herself that this was different, she was here to do a job and there was nothing to be worried about. Besides this old man could barely stand let alone anything else, and she could see he certainly looked his age and clearly way past any untoward thoughts.

This was true, he felt every bit his 80 plus years. His body was riddled with arthritis, something that was obvious from not only his stooping back and somewhat bowed legs, but also from his badly bent and twisted old fingers and hands. They looked painful but thanks to a steady supply of strong pain *******ers it was pain that could be controlled. The real trouble was they were almost useless for doing anything intricate of fiddly, even writing was virtually impossible for the crippled old boy.

But as far as any untoward thoughts go, well there was a side to this miserable chauvinistic pig that very few people knew about. The people that knew him best were the ones that knew him from years back when he wasn't so disared by old age.....people like Alimister.

Mandy had no idea but her lady had come across this horrible old man some 20 years ago. You see this was Ernie, the dirty old pervert that had made her working life such a misery all those years ago and eventually took advantage of her one unforgettable night. There was of course no way that Mandy could ever know this, but to the old man it was an experience that he would relive in his imagination even to this day.

At his age memories were really all Ernie had and so with his ever advancing years and his disabling health issues, including the now visibly obvious arthritis that ran throughout his twisted old body, there wasn't much to look forward to for the old boy.

His only minor pleasure was the weekly visit of his community nurse to administer the pain *******ing haves that kept him relatively active. She wasn't anything special, middle aged and very plain looking, but over recent years she had become his only female contact and consequently the source of many a fantasy. The main reamister being that she was a plump woman, which he didn't approve of, but that meant she had a huge pair of knockers that he delighted in ogling every time she called.

Every week after her visit he would lay in bed at night and imagine the overweight middle aged nurse leaning over him and tearing her tunic open, her gigantic jugs would tumble free and she would beg the toothless old man to squeeze and suck them.

Despite his age the old man hadn't really changed at all, he was still a dirty old pervert and still capable of raising an impressive erection, and this thought would never fail to get the old mans cock hard and throbbing. The real *** was that his crippled old hands made it virtually impossible for him to masturbate successfully. So with pre-cum dribbling from his rigid purple cock he would more often than not eventually fall arelax frustrated beyond belief................................. ....................Now he was in his living room with Mandy showing him leaflets of possible homes that he might like to go and view. This was when the old man got his first proper look at the beautiful busty young blond. His old eyes widened as he focused on her lovely fresh young face. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen such a pretty girl with her silky smooth skin lovely full lips and sparkling eyes. His gaze didn't remain on her face for long however, he looked down over the outline of her gorgeous curves, to say he was impressed by what he saw would be the understatement of the year.

Standing there in her red suit and heels with her beautiful blond hair back in a pony tail he was couldn't quite believe what he was seeing. His eyesight was still very good despite his age and being the sort of man he was he quickly noticed just how short and tight her skirt was. He looked down the length of her lovely legs sheathed in smooth flesh coloured nylon, this was a real treat for the miserable old git....and he couldn't help thinking she looked familiar.

"I have a few houses here that we thought you might be interested in seeing," Mandy said to the old boy as she flicked through the leaflets she was holding. "They're not too far from here and they're all very nice," she went on.

As she spoke his eyes went upwards, his old fashioned arrogance giving him the confidence to enjoy feasting his eyes on this young beauty without a care for what she may think. Despite her smart red jacket being buttoned up it didn't conceal the fact from the dirty old man that she was hiding a seriously big set of knockers.

"Mmmm, can see why they sent you," he grumred as he made no attempt to hide his lustful gaze. It was then that it dawned on him, she did look familiar, she looked exactly like the girl he fucked that night all them years ago. But surely it couldn't be her, she hadn't aged a day.

"Don't I know you?" Ernie asked.

"Er, no I don't think so." Instantly his question made her nervous. Not surprisingly she wondered straight away if he was going to be another dirty old boy that had seen her video. "Yes....Alimister isn't it?" There wasn't a day that went by over the last 20 years that he hadn't thought about that night, and so her name and image were emblazoned on his memory.

To say Mandy was relieved would be an understatement, she realised that he must have known her Mother and that was why he thought he knew her.

"No, I think you must be confusing me with my Mother," she explained to the old man.

"Oh I see," came his reply as he went on to explain how they used to work together and how she was the image of her Mother at that age.

This whole situation seemed to put Mandy more at ease and soon she continued with her sales patter. She realised she now had his full attention and quickly offered to take him to view a couple of the houses they had lined up for him. You can imagine her surprise when he readily agreed and with a gruff arrogance, which reminded Mandy that she was still dealing with a miserable old git, he instructed her to get his coat from the coat hook in the hall.

Excited by the fact that she had already gotten further than anyone else she quickly did as he asked.

Obviously the old boy took the opportunity to get a good look at her ass as she trotted off down the hall and reached over a pile of old boxes to get his coat from the hook.

"Mmmmm," he grumred, impressed by the incredible perfection of her fit young ass in the tight red skirt. As she returned with his coat held out for him to take he could see the weighty bounce of her magnificent bust. "Just like your Mother" he muttered under his breath, already he was having dirty thoughts of all the things he would love to do to this unsuspecting pretty young thing.

Soon he was in the passenger seat of the car ready to be taken on a sightseeing tour of the new properties that had been lined up for him. Unfortunately for the unsuspecting Mandy the only sight he was interested in seeing was the one sat next to him in the driving seat. She hadn't noticed how much her skirt had ridden up tight across her lap, and every time she pushed her feet down on the clutch pedal it seemed to rise just a little more. By the time they had reached their first destination the dirty old boy was getting seriously turned on. It was a sight that he never thought he would ever see again in his lifetime, a pretty young girls stocking tops. It was a sight that had his frustrated old cock stirring into life.

As she got out of the car she still had no idea what she was doing to him as he just sat and watched her lovely ass tightly wrapped in the now even shorter skirt. As she stood out of the car she quickly realised what had happened and appearing a little embarrassed subtly straightened herself out.

The whole viewing process obviously had its point but to be honest the sight of this big breasted gorgeous young blond parading around in front of him in her sexy uniform had his mind fully occupied.

Mandy thought it was all going well and he seemed to be genuinely interested in some of the places she had shown him. So as they drove back to the old mans house she asked, with a misguided air of confidence, which property he preferred. Of course he didn't really care either way about any of them but thought that if he appeared interested he could possibly get to enjoy the company of this cock hardening piece of skirt for a while longer.

"Uh.....the first one seemed alright," he begrudgingly said. "When we get back you can go through what the deal is again."

Mandy was delighted to hear this, had she finally cracked the grumpy old man? Had she succeeded where so many others had failed? She felt a rush of enthusiasm. The thought of possibly getting this deal and what it could mean to both the company and her standing within it was something that was starting to excite her.

When they arrived back Mandy still had no idea of the lustful thoughts going through this apparently decrepit 82 year old mans mind, she was too busy imagining the look on every ones face when she went back and announced the good news.

It was a slow walk back down the path to the front door of the run down old house. Old Ernie shuffled with his walking frame trying not to get tangled in the overgrown weeds that crept all over the broken concrete. As they got inside he asked Mandy to remove his coat and hang it back up for him. Standing behind him she gladly obliged slipping it from his shoulders and tugging it down his arms.

She noticed the filthy grime covered collar of his shirt for the first time and it dawned on her that he had no one to look after him and probably hadn't washed since God knows when. Then as he turned to face her she could see just how much difficulty he had moving and couldn't help but feel some pity for him.

"Would you like a hand?" Mandy politely asked seeing him struggling to manoeuvre towards the living room door. Then just as she spoke he seemed to lose his footing and stumred forward towards her.

Instinctively she reached out to catch the frail old boy and as she did they both tumred to the floor. Now they found themselves on the floor, and with old Mr Granger on top Mandy was momentarily trapped. It was clearly an accident but instantly wondered if the miserable bad tempered old man would blame her. She knew how fragile the situation was and something as silly as this could cost her the deal.

She began to apologise, even though it wasn't her fault. At least he had landed on her so his fall was cushioned and he hadn't hopefully injured himself.
Of course different thoughts were racing through his mind as he suddenly found himself laying on top of this gorgeous girl, a position that he never imagined he would ever be in. All he could feel beneath him was her massive firm bust supporting his meagre weight. His body rolled about on what felt like two over inflated balloons as he tried (not too hard) to get to his feet.

With his face so close to hers and looking down into her big brown eyes old Ernie, never being one to miss a trick, was overwhelmed by the urge to kiss those beautiful moist young lips. He couldn't help it she was just so irresistible. So without a thought he acted on impulse and went to plant his foul old mouth over hers. As their lips made contact Mandy suddenly realised what was happening and went to push him off.

"No no! What are you doing?" Mandy cried as she struggled her way out from beneath him. "O...Oh my God...w....what on earth are you doing," she went on as she clambered to her feet leaving him in a heap on the floor.

"Can't blame a man for trying," he replied with an unbelievable arrogance.

"God you men are all the same!"

Mandy was angry at him for thinking he could get away with such a thing, but at the same time she was still aware of the deal and knew it more important than anything else.

She watched the arthritic old man trying to get to his feet and it was obvious he couldn't get back up on his own. Despite what had just happened the kind hearted girl couldn't just watch him, she had no choice, she had to help him up.

This was another chance for the dirty old pervert. As they both struggled he clung tightly to her as she pulled him up onto his knees. He grumred and groaned as she tried to lift him all the way to his feet. As he held onto her he again found it impossible to resist the urges surging through his feeble old body, he knew he would never again get the opportunity to have a girl like this holding him so close. With his arms around her waist and her bending at the middle to get him up he couldn't help but let his hands slip from her waist down over the smooth tight fabric of her skirt.

With Mandy not really aware of what he was doing old Ernie couldn't believe his luck as he felt his way over her hips, it felt incredible to have his hands on her. He thrilled at the unmistakeable outline of her suspenders under his fingertips and knew if he didn't try his luck further he would never get a chance like this again. So he stumred and groaned as a distraction as he craftily slid a hand around and down the steep slope of her ass.

"Are you okay?" Mandy asked now rather concerned that he may have hurt himself.

"Ouch! Oooh my back," the old man cried out as his face grimaced as if in a lot of pain. It was all a ploy to distract her further as he took the chance and slipped his hand over her lovely rounded buttocks. It was such a thrill as he felt his palm come to rest over one before gripping it firmly .

"HEY!" Mandy shouted as with one hand she pushed the offending arm away. "I'll thank you to stop that!"

The old man just smiled arrogantly as he again said, "like I said, can't blame a man for trying."

He was in heaven as he memorised the feel of that lovely firm round cheek in the palm of his arthritic old hand. "Well what do you expect wearing a skirt like that?"

"I don't expect to be pawed by a man of your age for a start," she quickly answered.

"Then don't wear such a short skirt," he said as his eyes went down her body, "mmmm and so tight too." As he spoke a filthy smile came over his face and Mandy felt sickened at the thought of what was obviously going through his mind.

"Shall we get back to the matter in hand?" She asked as she went through to the living room.

"I've got something you can take in hand," he replied with a suggestive arrogance.

"I thought you were a friend of my Mothers! What do you suppose she would say?" Mandy said sternly.

The old man didn't seem to care as he just smiled to himself in that arrogant way. "Seem to remember she was a cock teasing piece of ass too, a great fuck though if I remember rightly."

Mandy couldn't believe her ears and decided the best thing to do was try and ignore what he was saying, he was obviously just trying to get a reaction from her. It was a ploy that seemed to work as after a few moments awkward silence he went through and sat himself down at the dining table. As she followed him over to the table he snatched the paperwork out of her hand.

"Come on then, tell me again what you can offer?" He said in his usual grumpy fashion.

Mandy was pleased that they were now back on the subject of the deal and so began to explain again just what he was going to get. All the time she's talking Mandy looks the old man over with a renewed perspective of what sort of man he really was.

He was just so old, his skin was so white and wrinkly that he looked like someone who could draw his last breath at any minute. He had on a worn out old blue checked lumberjack style shirt that had clearly seen better days. With it he wore a pair of grey baggy joggers that were obviously easier and more comfortable than regular trousers, despite the fact that they looked ridiculous on such an old man, especially one wearing regular brown shoes. All his clothing looked as if he had been wearing it for a very long time, and the general bad odour he was giving off made her feel a little queasy. But she had a job to do and hadn't lost sight of the fact that if she closed this deal she was going to be something of a superstar to her bosses.

As she finished explaining the deal he asked her with a more sinister tone, "so what else can you offer?"

The way he looked her up and down as he spoke left her in no doubt what he was getting at.

"Um, well, that's about it really.......I think you'll find it is a very generous offer." Mandy nervously replied.

He just smiled showing her his gummy old mouth completely void of any teeth. "No, what else can YOU offer?"

She stepped back unsure what to say or do. "Er...n....nothing," was all she could muster.

There was a few moments awkward silence as the old man continued to look her over before realising he wasn't going to get any response to his very obvious hint.

"So, you got a boyfriend then?" The old guy asked out of the blue.

"I....er..." Before Mandy got the chance to answer he carried on.

"Yeah course you have, a hot piece of ass like you, bet they're falling over themselves."

Mandy didn't appreciate his crude comments, or his line of questioning. So, not knowing what to say she said nothing.

But still he continued.

"Bet he can't wait to get home to you every night," he went on. "Bet his hands are all over you soon as he walks in....eh?" He then laughed as if he was sort of joking, which Mandy knew he wasn't.

"Ah well, an old man like me can only dream of such things." There was again a moments silence as he seemed lost in thought before getting back to the job in hand. "So....have you got a pen then?" He suddenly asked holding out his hand.

Thinking he was about to sign the paperwork Mandy quickly unbuttoned her jacket and took a pen from her inside pocket.

"Holy Jesus!" He cried as his eyes widened at the sight he was presented with. Mandy realised straight away what she had done and could see his attention was suddenly back on her. It was obvious he was referring to her incredible 34GG bust that was now very obvious displayed to him in her nicely fitted white blouse.

"Bet your boyfriend can't keep his hands off those beauties!" He exclaimed. "What a lucky bastard!"

There was a silent pause before he again arrogantly tried his luck. "What about a quick feel?"

"Certainly not!" Mandy told him firmly. She was now getting tired of his relentless crude suggestions.

"Oh come on, it's won't hurt you."

"No! How dare you!" She snapped.

"Well what do you expect? Shouldn't have such big fuckin' knockers then should you!" He went on, as if it was her fault!

"Oh just give me the dam pen then!" He answered somewhat angrily. What a cheek, what had he got to be angry about? Mandy found his attitude unbelievable.

With that she handed him the pen. He left her holding it for a few seconds while he looked over the paperwork.

"What does this bit mean?"

The pretty 20 year old stepped up closer to see what he was referring to. As she leaned over he brought his hand up from the table in an attempt to touch one of those beautiful big tits that was now just inches above.

As the backs of his bent old fingers brushed against the fine white fabric of her blouse she instantly figured his game and quickly straightened up out of his reach. At the same moment she realised his other hand had somehow gotten behind her and as she stepped back the persistent old bugger grabbed the back of her thigh. In an instant his hand was heading upwards in an attempt to reach up the back of her skirt.

"For goodness sake!" Mandy cried as she stepped out of reach from his dirty groping hands.

His response surprised her. Rather than being apologetic or laughing it off as if he was only joking. He shifted around in his seat to face her as he told her not to be such a little tease. "Come and sit on my lap and we can fill this form in together," he suggested as he patted his lap.

That was it, she had had enough. She gathered up all the paperwork spun on her red stilettos and stormed out of the place.

All the way back she was wondering how her bosses would take the news that she had possibly blown the whole deal. But the more she ran it through in her mind the more she convinced herself that they would understand and maybe even sympathise with her and be angry at him............she couldn't have been more wrong.

She reported the events to her immediate superior who then got onto the phone to the top manager. Standing within earshot Mandy listened as the mornings events were explained. Then, all of a sudden she heard something that shocked and quite frankly frightened her.

"WHAT!" She heard the manager shout down the phone. "SIT ON HIS LAP? I DON'T CARE IF SHE HAS TO SIT ON HIS FUCKING FACE! TELL HER WE NEED THAT DEAL!"

The poor guy making the call was left red faced as after a few more choice words from the boss he put the phone down. "I don't think I need to tell you what he said."

"Er...n...no," she replied with her gaze downward to the floor.

"I would suggest you go back and try to salvage this mess, before we're all looking for another job."

Realising just how serious the situation was Mandy had no choice other than to apologise before agreeing to go back to see old Ernie to try and save the deal.

In the meantime back at the house the old man had dozed off as he was prone to doing at his age. After an hour or so he awoke on his moth eaten old sofa with an erection and his mind filled with thoughts of Mandy. He even wondered for a moment if she really existed or whether he had just dreamt of her. But as he came round he realised she was indeed real as he excitedly recounted every detail.

Soon he found himself in a state of arousal like he hadn't experienced for quite some time. He hooked his thumbs into the elastic waist of his filthy old joggers and lifted them down exposing his smelly underpants. His old cock was rock hard and formed an impressive tent, quite a remarkable thing for a man in his eighties. He smiled at the all too familiar wet patch of pre-cum that had seeped into the grubby old cotton.

"Oh you horny little bitch, see what you've done to me," he whispered to himself.

His mind was spinning with thoughts of the gorgeous young creature and her devastatingly curvaceous body. He just couldn't believe that she was Alimisters flower, and even more to the point she was just as sexy if not more so! It was as if fate was playing some sort of game with him. The memory of that night with Alimister, as you would expect, has remained with him to this day. It was simply the most incredible experience of his life. Girls like that are well beyond the reach of men like him, and would only ever exist in their lust fuelled dreams and fantasies. Yet here again was a girl being presented to him that simply defied belief.

But in a way he saw it as a cruel trick, a reminder of what he could never have no matter how much he longed for it. He encounter with Alimister was like a jackpot win on the lottery, and that's something that never happens twice. But his imagination still served him well and as he recounted what had just happened he placed a cushion over his lap and closed his eyes as he pressed it hard against his erection.

"Mmmm oooh those tits, those lovely big tits," the toothless old boy muttered as he began to imagine how they would feel in his hands. "Oh and that short tight skirt, ooooh you lovely cock teasing bitch," he went on with her picture still clear in his mind. Then he suddenly remembered the glimpse of stocking top and rubbed the cushion harder against himself as he tried to imagine what sort of underwear she would be wearing under that sexy red uniform.

The dirty sex starved old pensioner would have given anything to see this beautiful busty blond girl peel away her clothing and reveal the pretty lace garments he knew she had to be wearing underneath. His cock throbbed like it hadn't in a very long time as excitedly the old boy threw the cushion aside and pulled his underpants down to his knees.

He admired the angry purple swell of the head of his cock along with the incredible hardness of its deeply ridged shaft. He couldn't remember the last time he felt such excitement and knew this was a time to forget the discomfort in his arthritic old hands, there was a far greater urgency to relieve the pressure in his balls.

"Ooh see what you do you teasing bitch," he again muttered convinced she had to know the affect she would have had. Then, just as he gripped the dirty stinking old thing in his crippled hands, there came a knock at the door.

"SHIT BUGGER DAM!" Ernie shouted angrily. "WHAT? IT'S OPEN FOR CHRIS SAKE!" He hurriedly pulled his trousers and underpants back up angry at having what would undoubtedly have been his best wank in a very long time disturbed.

His anger soon evaporated away when he heard the voice in the hall. "It...it's me, Mandy, f...from the agents.....sorry to bother you again."

The sound of her voice was like music to his ears and as the living room door opened he thought his cock might spontaneously explode right there and then. She was back, only this time in the warmth of the afternoon she had left her jacket in the car. The sight of this prettiest of girls in a white blouse that could barely contain the most magnificent set of jugs imaginable was almost too much to comprehend. Her slender waist and figure hugging skirt displaying the most amazingly curvaceous hour glass figure he could ever remember seeing.

"Sorry to disturb you," Mandy started, "but I....." It was at that moment her gaze fell upon the enormous tent in his tatty old grey joggers. "Oh I....I see it's not a good time, I....er, I'll come back later."

The dirty old pervert thought quickly, this deal was obviously very important, probably more so than he had ever realised. She must have been sent back, there was no way she would have come of her own accord. He seized the opportunity.

"Look!" He barked. "I'm not going to be messed around, either we sort this deal now or it's off! Now either leave or shut the door and come and sit down!"

Mandy paused for a moment unsure what to do. She could see the old man was clearly in an excited state and experience had taught her only too well what that meant. But ultimately she knew she had two choices, either stay and try to get this deal sorted, or turn and leave. The second wasn't an option, not if she wanted to save her job, and just as importantly it seems the jobs of her colleagues.

So, reluctantly, she stepped forward with the document clasped firmly in her hands and sat herself on the edge of the sofa. Not wanting to upset or anger the old man she smiled a sort of sweet yet clearly uncomfortable smile at him. He responded by turning in his seat to face her before looking her up and down, concentrating on her bust for a few seconds before looking down at her short skirt stretched tightly across her lap.

"I...I've got all the paperwork here," the lovely 20 year old said as she handed the papers to him.

"We'll go through that in a minute or two," he answered as he took them and placed them on the arm of the sofa just behind him, "there's plenty of time for that."

As he spoke he placed one of his bony old hands on her knee. Mandy didn't know what to do, should she repeat the mistake she made earlier by upsetting him and swatting his hand away? Or should she pretend she doesn't mind in the hope that by being nice he'll sign the deal?

Ernie took confidence from her lack of any reaction and did what anyone would do, he began to feel his way around her knee before slowly gliding his palm back and forth along the top of her thigh. Mandy tried to keep talking about the business in hand trying to act as if she hadn't noticed what he was doing.

Unfortunately he was overwhelmed and almost unable to believe what she was letting him get away with. He loved the sensual feel of the silky smooth nylon stockings that coated her firm young thighs. Growing braver by the minute he grunted yes and no answers to what she was saying, obviously not paying any attention at all, as his hand moved further along her thigh towards the hem of her skirt.

Mandy fidgeted uncomfortably in her seat hoping that he wouldn't go too far, but of course she was kidding herself. The old man licked the saliva from his lips as his twisted old fingertips crept under her skirt. He couldn't help himself as he muttered, "ooh yes lovely...lovely." Soon his fingers had completely disappeared from sight and Mandy could feel them exploring her stocking tops until they touched her lace suspenders. "Oh yes, oh my word yes," he sighed with a filthy grin on his old face.

He was very obviously turned on and Mandy didn't want things to go too far. So in an instant she leapt to her feet and thinking quickly suggested she make them both a cup of tea.

But the old boy was having none of it and, grabbing her by the wrist, told her to sit back down. She felt the anger in his surprisingly strong grip and tried to pull away.

"Now let's stop messing around," he shouted. As he did he pulled her towards him and in her high heels lost her footing and stumred forward landing face down across his lap with her ass in the air. In the mayhem her skirt had ridden up exposing her stockings and suspenders. As Mandy struggled to get back to her feet she felt the old mans arm across her back effectively pinning her down where she was.

"Ha ha," he laughed as he smacked her ass with his free hand. "My you are a feisty young thing."

His cock was as hard as hell and Mandy could feel it digging into her stomach. The old mans excitement reached a new high and in his arrogance thought nothing of holding her still while he freely fondled her lovely firm young ass. It felt so good. Just to be touching such perfection would have been enough, but he was squeezing and groping it, first one cheek then the other, it was just the most incredible thrill.

Still Mandy struggled to get back to her feet and old Ernie took the obvious opportunity that was presented to him. He grabbed the hem of her skirt and pushed it up completely exposing the most beautiful ass he had ever seen encased in the prettiest silk and lace panties.

"Oh my God!" He cried. "Oh yes yes yes." With that he grabbed a good fistful of firm round ass cheek and gave it a mighty squeeze. "Ooh you cheeky fuckin' bitch!" He went on.

She was just irresistible, he couldn't help himself as he groped and worryed the unbelievable gift that was being offered to him. He was amazed at just how smooth round and firm her gorgeous young cheeks were, they felt like nothing on earth.

Salivating like a hungry old pig he powerd his crooked old fingers between her tightly clamped legs in an attempt to get near to her pussy. "Hee hee, ooh yes come on come on," he went on as he rubbed the white lace crotch of her panties hard against her moistening lips.

Mandy couldn't believe it, even though she had seen it all before. Her body seemed to get turned on by this treatment. She could never understand it, this vile old man was disgusting, but still the urges welled up inside her.

"No stop stop!" Mandy cried as she writhed and squirmed until eventually and with great effort she managed to slide off his lap and landed on the floor in front of him. Thinking she had managed to free herself from his assault she paused a moment in order to catch her breath, but this proved to be a big mistake.

The old man took the opportunity and followed her sliding off the sofa and onto his knees beside her. Realising what was happening she turned to face him and soon found he was on top of her powering her onto her back. Suddenly he was all over her, it was as if his disabling illness had just evaporated away.

"Get off me!" Mandy cried as he held her to the floor and his vile toothless old mouth began kissing and slobbering all over her pretty young face. The adrenalin surging through his body seemed to give him a huge boost in strength and energy.

"Ooh tits tits ooh yeah lovely big tits," he moaned as he brought his hands up and started to squeeze and maul her magnificent bust through her crisp white blouse. He was beyond all self control. He couldn't believe his luck as his hands roamed all over those magnificently huge young knockers. He sunk his arthritic old fingers deep into the flesh as he massaged them roughly stunned at just how incredibly firm they felt.

"Oh at last at last oooh so fuckin' big," he went on with an ever increasing tone of desperation as he squeezed them hard before tugging at the buttons of her blouse. "Oooh I want to see them ooh yes come on come on," he puffed as he pulled the front of her blouse apart sending buttons flying everywhere.

"No get off! Get off!" Mandy cried, but with his whole weight on her it was proving almost impossible to push him off. It was then she felt him reach down and it didn't take long before she realised what he was doing. He had somehow managed to pull his jogging bottoms part way down together with his underpants and was now puffing and panting trying to pull her skirt up.

"Oh no you don't!" Mandy said with a renewed determination. Then with a rush of adrenalin of her own and one almighty shove she pushed the filthy sweaty old man off and quickly scramred out of his reach.

She got to her feet and rushed over to the door. She stood there a moment and tried to compose herself while catching her breath. She quickly smoothed her skirt back down in place, but her blouse was now missing the top four buttons. The trouble is when you have a massive pair of 34GGs trying to bust their way out that's a major problem. There was nothing she could do as she just stood there with her huge boobs displayed for all to see in their beautiful white lace bra. She again tugged the hem of her skirt down to make sure it covered her stocking tops. She knew how she looked and was unsure what to do or how to deal with the situation she now found herself in.

The old man reached for a dining chair that was next to him and slowly managed to pull himself up onto his feet. He was a truly disgusting sight with his grubby old grey joggers and equally grubby old underpants rolled down to his bony white knees. His cock stood out straight in front of him proud and extremely hard surrounded at its base by a thick forest of matted grey hair. The tip was the deepest purple and swollen beyond belief. It jerked and twitched as if it had a mind of its own while at the same time from the pee slit it trickled clear slimy fluid. It was clear to see, (as if there were any doubt), what was on his mind.

Mandy backed up nervously towards the door. "L....look, let's forget what just happened and if you sign the papers we can say no more about it." She knew from experience that this was a bit of a long shot, but she couldn't think what else to say.

Ernie just sat himself on the chair taking a moment to catch his breath. "I don't think so," came his reply, "what do you expect me to do with this!" He gestured towards the huge erection, "look at my hands."

The pretty blond looked as he held them up, his fingers twisted out of shape by the arthritis that afflicted his 82 year old body.

"I need help!" He went on as he sat back in the chair spreading his legs apart. "Well? Come on then!" The old man snapped as if it was all her fault and it was down to her to sort his predicament.

"W....what? Y...you want me to...." Mandy began.

"Well I can't do it myself can I? Not with these hands!" There was a pause. "If you're not going to help me then just take these papers and sod off!" With that he placed his hand on the papers where they sat on the table and angrily flung them over the edge.

"I....well, I don't know what...." She started to say before he interrupted her.

"Well come on then!" He said even though she hadn't even made her decision. "I'm sure your hands are far more capable than mine!"

What could she do? Leave? Of course not! That just wasn't an option. She knew ultimately this deal had to be sealed, it was an impossible situation. In her shocked state her feet seemed rooted to the spot, she couldn't move.

He took the fact that she hadn't left as a green light and leaning on the table slowly pulled himself to his feet. Taking small shuffling steps with his joggers and pants still down around his knees he edged his way closer to her unaided by his walking frame. His eyes were fixed on the exposed lace bra crammed full to bursting point with the most incredible set of knockers imaginable.

The vision of Mandy still in that sexy little skirt and stockings only now with her white blouse open wide and those huge tits thrusting forward like a pair of over inflated balloons was all the encouragement he needed. It seemed like ages but in fact it was less than a minute before he reached out and placed his old hand on her shoulder for support. Mandy was backed up against the door with nowhere to go, she was trapped.

"Now are you going to be a good girl?" Ernie asked her as he shuffled ever closer.

"P....please," she whispered as tears began to well in her pretty eyes, "p....please don't."

"Now come on, nobody's going to hurt you," he told her as he eyed up her fantastic cleavage licking his lips. "I only want to touch you, you wouldn't deny an old man that would you? I mean you wouldn't be that selfish....would you?" As his words trailed off he buried his face in her sweetly scented neck and began to kiss her. His twisted creepy old hands came up and cupped her massive young breasts. "Ooooooh yes yes yes," his mumred into her neck as he began to fondle them in their gorgeous white lace bra.

Mandy could do nothing other than to again beg him to stop which she tried time and time again. But she knew it was useless, he would never stop, he had already gone too far, she had seen it all before. She closed her eyes and tried to put her mind somewhere else as the creepy disgusting old man grew more and more excited from worrying her voluptuous firm young body. Slowly he rubbed his erection up and down against her while one hand crept around behind and fondled her ass.

"Oh God you lovely fresh young thing," he whispered as he moved his face across hers and placed his dirty old lips over hers. "Mmmmmmm," he groaned as he excitedly slobbered all over her soft sweet mouth. The old man was in heaven as he massaged her lovely big tits with one hand and her firm ripe ass with the other.

Mandy knew she had to get him off her as he roughly began trying to pull at her bra. Being part of an expensive set she didn't want the fine garment ruined by this clumsy ham-fisted old perverts attempts to get it off. The stench of his body odour combined with his breath was going to make her sick, it was all getting out of hand, she had to take control. She knew there was only one thing she could do. She had to finish him off as quickly and painlessly as possible, it was the only way.

"L...let's move over to the sofa," she said as she tried to gently push him away while being careful not to upset the volatile old boy.

He didn't need asking twice. All the standing was difficult for him and now it sounded as though she was now going to play ball, this was a dream come true.

With a little help from his busty blond victim old Ernie managed to shuffle his way over and sit himself back down on the moth eaten old piece of furniture. Mandy could still turn and run, but there was no point, she had come this far and hopefully in just a few minutes it would all be over and she could leave with the signed papers.

As the old boy relaxed back into the sofa Mandy had a good idea from the state of his throbbing dribbling cock that it probably wouldn't take much to get it all over with.

Arrogantly he lay himself down along the full length of the sofa as if it was now up to her to take control. Of course she knew what needed to be done and so she stepped up alongside him and looked down at the disgusting shrivelled old man expectantly waiting with his drooling mouth hanging wide open. Mandy knew the drill by now and in an attempt to save her expensive bra from being destroyed she reluctantly pulled the huge lace cups down and lifted her magnificent breasts out.

"Oh my God!" Was all he could muster as his eyes bulged from their sockets. Her breasts were simply like nothing on earth. They looked so big and heavy yet perfectly shaped and thrusting forward as if they were weightless. He had never seen anything like it as her nipples stood out hard and proud, a sign, as he chose to see it, that she had to be excited too.

Mandy felt sick as she gently knelt down on the floor alongside him, her huge naked boobs now right in front of his face. "I....if I do this you'll sign the papers....deal?"

"Oh yes....deal....DEAL!" Ernie excitedly replied his eyes fixed on the phenomenal jugs now right in front of his nose.

The pretty 20 year old looked along the old mans body until she found herself staring at the painful looking erection that stood up hard and proud. While trying to think of something far less unpleasant she reached her hand out to it. As her fingertips brushed across it the old man suddenly let out a cry and grabbed her tits in his hands before biting down hard with his gums onto one of her nipples. Mandy leaned further forward shoving her breasts into his dirty ugly face as she took a firm hold of his smelly old cock. Clear slimy fluid trickled from its swollen purple head which Mandy gently smeared around all over it with her thumb.

His balls seemed to spontaneously dance up and down in their sack as if they had a mind of their own. He groaned over and over as her thumb continued to circle the over sensitive glands, the more she did the more smelly fluid seemed to dribble from it.

"Oh you beautiful thing oh my yes yes don't stop," he moaned as he desperately fondled and squeezed her massive tits all over. "Mmmmmmm," he went on as he sunk his old gums into their firm ripeness licking and slobbering like a disgusting old dog. Ernie couldn't believe what was happening, this was like all of his dreams come true and he was making the absolute most of it.

Mandy could see that it was all too much for the horrible old man and despite the fact that he disgusted her she couldn't help but get a little pleasure from seeing the affect she was having on him. All his arrogance and grumpy attitude seemed to vanish and were replaced by a desperate quivering wreck of a man who was now firmly under her control. She couldn't understand it as her own unexplainable sexual urges grew at seeing his almost unbearable state of excitement. She wanted to tease him, both as a way of making him suffer but also to satisfy her own growing urges.

But for old Ernie it was all about to come to an all too quick yet explosive end. The feel of her soft sweet hand on his throbbing erection was too much, especially combined with the teasing trick she was pulling with her thumb as she continued to circle it over his slimy wet glands. Suddenly his old legs began to twitch as he drew his knees up. Mandy watched his old balls rise as they tightened up, she knew what was about happen.....and she wasn't wrong.

"Oh God yes! Oh God don't stop don't stop!" Ernie said desperately with ever quickening breaths. The sensation in his cock was incredible as at long last he felt the massive contents of his balls begin powering their way up through it.

"Oh fuck these big fuckin' tits!" The old man puffed as he squashed them together hard sinking his twisted old fingers deeply into the firm mass of flesh while rubbing his filthy old face all over them.

"AAAAARGH YES YES YES AAAAAARGH YES!!!!!" He cried out as all of a sudden a huge rope of thick stinking spunk surged high into the air. The old man cried out as Mandys thumb gently continued rubbing the underside of his bulbous swollen cock head. As a second and a third rope quickly followed she tightened her grip around his shaft and pumped it hard. This was pure heaven for old Ernie as an endless amount of stored up spunk was finally released from his long suffering balls.

As Mandy worked her magic fingers up and down his pulsating cock the old pervert was gorging on her beautiful naked breasts, groping and massaging them all over as he sucked and chewed first one nipple then the other with his drooling toothless old mouth.

All too soon the lovely Mandy was squeezing the final drops of sperm from a very grateful and satisfied Ernie. Expertly she carried on masturbating the old boy getting gradually slower and slower until she was sure he had nothing left to give.

As she stopped and held her hand to look at it dripping in an old mans sperm she felt a mixture of feelings. Firstly disgust at what he had just made her do, but also a strange satisfaction at knowing what a relief it must have been for him and how much he must have enjoyed it.

Ernie seemed too exhausted to move as he finally released her breasts from his vice-like grip and lay there catching his breath. Mandy got to her feet and went through to the kitchen to wash her hands.

Unable to help himself the dirty old sod watched her generous shapely bum swaying in that tight red skirt, and as he did he realised far from being spent she was still getting him excited.

Obviously he was in a state of virtual disbelief at what had just happened, it was more than he would have ever dared dream of. But this was an opportunity, one that most people never get in an entire lifetime, girls like Mandy truly are one in a million and he certainly would never be in this position again. So he knew it was unfair on the poor girl but he wanted more, much more.

"Are you now ready to finally sign these papers then?" Mandy enquired as she came back into the room.

"Oh...er...yes yes, of course lets have them then," he answered as he pulled his jogging bottoms and underpants back up and shuffled over to sit himself at the table. The pretty young girl hoped that he was now going to honour his word so she could finally leave.

Mandy, feeling safer now, stood alongside him. Even with her tits back in her bra but the missing buttons of her blouse still leaving everything exposed she was sure she would be safe. But she underestimated just what a sex starved old pervert Ernie was, she had no idea that just by standing so close to him something was already starting to stir.

"Oh what's that?" he suddenly enquired noticing something on her skirt.

"What?"

"That!" Ernie went on pointing at it, "looks like we've made a bit of a mess."

Mandy looked down to see a rather large sticky patch of sperm all down the side of it. "Oh dam! That's going to stain!" She sounded rather upset, partly because the skirt will be ruined but more because she would have to explain what it was when she got back to the office.

"Take it off and go soak it in the kitchen sink," he told her. Seeing the look on her face he carried on, "don't worry I haven't got it in me again, besides what choice do you have if you want to save it, I've got an old dryer out there too."

Mandy knew he was right, she didn't want to take it off in front of him, but at the same time she couldn't go back like it as it was pretty obvious what it was. So after a few moments debating with herself she reached behind and unfastened the zipper, what choice did she have? Stepping away from the old man, just in case, she slipped the skirt down to the floor and stepped out of it.

This was all Ernie needed. The sight of this girl in her stockings suspenders and matching panties was too much. Add to this the blouse held together by just two buttons at the bottom so her bra was on full display, she was basically standing there in just her underwear and nothing else! His ancient old cock stiffened rapidly in his underpants and it was then he knew he was going to have to fuck her, no hand jobs this time, he needed to take this one last chance to feel his cock inside a tight young pussy!

Unaware of what was on his mind the still ridiculously naive girl took her skirt through to the kitchen to wash it in the sink. The dirty scheming old pervert chewed hard on his bottom lip when he saw her cheeky buttocks in the white lace panties she was wearing. What a shape, her body was almost too good to be true. But true it was and he couldn't wait a moment longer, he knew what he wanted and he was sure he was going to get it, no matter what she may say!

He reached inside his joggers and gave himself a little rub as he watched her through the opened kitchen door standing at the sink. Seeing her sideways on he couldn't picture a more impressive sight. The provocative way her ass thrust out was unbelievable especially when coupled with the sight of her huge tits bouncing and swaying in front of her, she really was a true wonder of nature.

After a minute or two she took the soaking skirt out of the sink and as she threw it into the dryer she suddenly realised the potential position she could be in. The dial said it would take 20 minutes, she couldn't just stand around in her underwear for 20 minutes!

That's when the old man called her back through to the front room to ask her where he was to sign the papers.

"At last," Mandy thought to herself as she hurried back in to show him. She looked like a cock teasing porn star in her stockings and suspenders with her tits bouncing and swaying heavily in her bra as she hurried in.

"Here, here, and here," she said as she leant over the table alongside him pointing out where on the papers.

"Mmmmm....what about here?" Ernie said as without warning he brought his hand up between her legs and pressed against her panty covered pussy.

Mandy quickly jumped back out of his reach, "look you promised!"

"I know I know," he answered in a slightly annoyed tone, "and I will sign, but I just need one more favour...."

"What?" Mandy replied, as if she didn't know.

A smile came across his dirty old face as he eyed her up and down. "You are just so gorgeous," he whispered as he reached forwards, "come on, be a good girl". Mandy didn't know what to do think as his creepy old hands began to feel their way up and down her stocking clad thighs. Again she suddenly stepped back and tried ordering him to stop. But the old man wasn't interested in what she wanted and honestly didn't care what she thought, he had just one thing on his mind.

He then turned back to the table and picked the pen up, holding it awkwardly in his twisted old fingers and signed the first part of the forms. "There you go," he said, "now your turn to do something for me."
The pretty blond didn't even have to ask what that favour might be, it was written all over his filthy smug face. She had been here so many times before and knew that if he didn't get what he wanted everything she had done up until now would have all been for nothing.

While she took a moment to think old Ernie pulled himself back to his feet and, using the table for support, shuffled towards her. Before she could object or even speak he somehow managed to pin her against the table with his arms either side of her and started trying to kiss her.

"Look...n....no!" She said as he reached around her waist and grabbed her ass in his hand. Clawing at her panties he began to rub himself up against her.

"Oh yes come on, just this one thing," he wheezed as he grew more and more excited. As he spoke he tried turning her to face the table. "Come on come on, " he insisted as he tried to push her face down across it.

Mandy could see what he wanted and despite her reluctance she knew that her choices were still the same. She could see no point in putting up a fight, if he didn't get his way then she would have failed. So, still voicing her objections she hesitantly rested her elbows on the table and in doing so thrust her ass out towards him.

"Oh yes look at that," he whispered as his hands roamed all over the gorgeous ripe pair of cheeks. "You cock teasing little bitch!"

Mandy felt sick as she allowed this disgusting old pervert to worry her all over. His hands were everywhere, groping her ass, squeezing and fondling her tits, rubbing up and down her thighs, and finally between her legs.

"Ooh open up," he grunted as Mandy felt his foot kick against the inside of hers.

Resigned to her fate and just wanting to get it all over with she did as he asked. Groans of delight came from behind her as she felt his bent old fingers rub her pussy through her panties. She could hear his heavy breathing, he kept muttering, "yes yes oh yes," over and over. She knew what was coming and sure enough he had soon worked his way past the white lace gusset and began to finger her moist lips.

"P....please don't," she again begged. But it fell on deaf ears as without warning he slipped two fingers inside her.

"Oh fuck yes!" Ernie cried as he pushed them up her as deeply as they would go. "You're soaking you little slut," and with that he began squirming them around inside her trying to reach as far as he could.

Mandy couldn't help herself as she let out a quiet moan. She knew it was wrong, she really didn't want this, but at the same time she couldn't help the feelings inside, it just felt so good. Instinctively and without even thinking what she was doing she arched her back and pushed her ass back against him in an attempt to get them even deeper. "Oh God," she quietly sighed.

She may have been quiet but Ernie heard and so knowing full well that this was his golden opportunity he suddenly started ramming his fingers in and out of her. This took the lovely 20 year old completely by surprise and she let out a loud gasp as her legs instantly buckled beneath her. She hung onto the table as the dirty old sod finger fucked her as hard and fast as he could. Seizing the chance every couple of thrusts he powerd his fingers as deep inside her as he could and wiggled them around.

He could feel she was becoming wetter and wetter and knew that the moment had come. He pulled his fingers out and thrust his old joggers and pants down his hairy old thighs before taking aim and driving his cock straight up inside her glistening slit.

It all happened in a matter of seconds and took Mandy completely by surprise. Struggling to catch her breath she was surprised at how big his cock felt as it powered its way into her.

Meanwhile the old boy couldn't believe his luck, her tight wet pussy felt like nothing on earth as he lay his weight across her and reached under to grope her tits. Grunting and groaning he salivated all over her back as he pummelled her with all his strength. Unfortunately he knew his weak old body wouldn't allow him to continue in this position for much longer and he could feel his legs trembling with a mixture of both excitement and age.

So, almost as quickly as he started, he began to slow. Mandy didn't know what was happening, she was now at a point where she needed to carry on, stopping wasn't an option. But the excitement was too much and the frail old man knew if he didn't at least pause for a rest he could collapse.......or even worse!

So, coughing and wheezing, the 82 year old pulled out and reached for the sofa behind him. But with his trembling old legs unable to support his weight he simply crumpled to the floor.

Mandy turned to see if he was alright. He seemed fine with the soft carpet breaking his fall and she watched him roll onto his back with his trousers and underpants around his ankles and his erection as big and stiff as ever. He looked at her and surprisingly apologised. "Sorry," he puffed, "but I just can't stay on my feet for that long."

The old man knew she was now turned on and would probably need satisfying somehow, but he wasn't prepared for what happened next!

She slipped her panties off, removed her blouse, and unhooked her bra and threw it on the table. He just lay there looking up at her with his mouth hanging wide open and his eyes out on stalks. He had never seen a more incredible sight in all his life. "Oh my God!" Came the stunned whisper as Mandy approached him with her big naked tits swaying gently before her.

"Oh you bastard," she said unable to take her eyes of his dirty gnarled old cock standing up like a totem pole. It was so swollen and thick that the dark purple head looked like it could actually explode. The deep ridges and thick veins that ran up and down its impressive length may have looked ugly but Mandy knew what they did to a girl. She needed satisfaction, and that was all that mattered.

Without another word she stepped across him and stood with her feet either side of his head. Unable to resist the temptation to tease the old pervert she lowered herself down until she was squatting with her pussy just above his face. She closed her eyes as his tongue came out and ran along her sweet moist lips.

"Ooh lovely lovely," the old boy groaned as she lowered herself further allowing his tongue to invade her now soaking cunt. Expertly he lapped away at it driving her crazy. At the same time his hands cupped her ass cheeks and circled round and round them feeling their gloriously firm shape. More and more desperately he licked and slobbered at her pussy revelling in the taste of the sweet juices that now poured from within.

Mandy saw his cock bobbing and swaying as it throbbed excitedly, his old balls again twitched uncontrollably in their hairy old sack, she knew he was desperate...........and to be honest so was she.

"Mmmm you dirty old bastard," she said as she raised herself back up to her full height and looked down at him. "You just can't help yourself can you?" All the time she's speaking she's positioning herself over his throbbing erection. "Just can't resist a young girl like me, can you," she said as she brings her hands up to cup her massive breasts. "I don't suppose you can even wank yourself off with those hands. Ooh you must be so frustrated!"

"Oh God please please." The tables had turned, it was the old man now doing the begging. "Oh don't tease me you bitch, please I'm begging you please!"

With that Mandy watched the old mans face, taking great pleasure in the expression all over it as she squatted lower and lower until her pussy lips finally touched the very tip of his cock. He looked as if in pain, but she knew it was years of pent up frustration and like the real tease we know her to be she licked around her lovely soft red lips and gently squeezed her breasts as her pussy slowly began to sink down over his desperate erection.

The old man let out a long heavy groan of pleasure at feeling the tight grip of her pussy walls as it engulfed his manhood.

Mandy too was experiencing a much needed satisfaction as she eventually came to rest on his balls and the huge great thing filled her to the hilt. Without any further playing around she raised herself back up it before again impaling herself down onto it. Quicker and quicker she went as she began to ride him like a stallion bouncing herself up and down on him as if her life depended on it. From the squatting position she was in she fell forward onto her knees causing her massive knockers to tumble into his face. Saving herself by putting her hands on the floor either side of his head she dangled them like a true tease.

The old man was now out of control and without hesitation he grabbed them and stuffed them into his toothless old mouth, first one then the other. With a renewed energy he began ramming himself up into her, his balls flailed all over the place slapping against her ass as the sound of her wetness echoed around the room.

"Oh suck them you fuckin' old pervert," Mandy cried, "suck my big fuckin' tits you dirty fuckin' bastard!" Her sudden foul mouthed rant surprised the old man, but with her now cramming her tits into his face he was free to reach behind and grab at her ass.

With a cheek filling each hand he squeezed and massaged them, pulling them apart and then squashing them together as his cock thundered in and out of her. He couldn't have asked for more, it was like every fantasy he had ever had come true.

As his balls tightened he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. Mandy too was reaching the climax she so desperately needed. The sloshing and slapping sound grew faster and louder as they pounded into each other. Old Ernie looked up at the most beautiful young face he had ever seen and released her huge boobs from his mouth. As if Mandy knew what he wanted she amazingly brought her face down to his and with an open mouth kissed him. The old man groaned with pleasure as he kissed her back, her sweet pretty mouth was so soft and succulent. He was so excited and desperate that he tried to devour it completely, his tongue entwining around hers like a snake.

Mandy took no notice, she was lost in the throws of her ever building orgasm. With the two of them moaning and groaning as they used each others bodies it soon came to the point of no return.

"OH FUCK I'M GUNNA COME!" Ernie cried out as he felt his cock begin to pulsate.

"Oh go on then, come you bastard, fill me with your dirty spunk!" Mandy replied though gritted teeth as she slammed her cunt up and down on his huge hard cock.

"UH UH UH UH," cried Ernie as he at last felt the unmistakable opening of the flood gates. There was no stopping now as in a matter of just a few seconds Mandys cunt was suddenly being pumped full of thick hot steaming sperm.

"Oh yes yes," she cried as she felt the orgasm rush down her body to meet the invading torrent. Over and over Ernie raised his bony old ass up off the floor to ram himself deep into the lovely Mandy as she ground herself against him.

"OH FUCK!" They both said almost simultaneously as they felt the mix of their juices deep within the pretty young blond. It was incredible, more and more spunk followed until she was so deluged that despite the tight fit it oozed from her running down over his balls. For Ernie it was the most incredible feeling he could ever remember, even better than his time with Alimister. He had never produced so much spunk, not once but twice! An amazing feat for an 82 year old man, but then maybe that's the affect of a girl like Mandy.

Soon they came to a standstill and, after taking a good minute or two to allow their respective organs to calm down, Mandy lifted herself off the exhausted old boy.

Without a word she went and retrieved her skirt from the dryer and dressed herself before coming back and helping Ernie back to his feet.

To be fair he was true to his word and he signed the papers as promised and everyone was left satisfied that they had got what they had wanted...

Like any other 20 year old Mandy found the urge for independence ever growing but knew a career change was needed if she ever to have any hope of affording a place of her own. She enjoyed her job but it didn't pay anything like enough, and couple that with the constant harassment from that old weasel Walter she knew a change was overdue.

Of course when you look like Mandy you have something of a head start over everyone else and she quickly managed to secure herself a position as a sales negotiator for a local estate agents. It wasn't the sort of job she was particularly looking for but with a salary of almost double what she was previously on and a generous commission on top it was the opportunity she was looking for.

Luckily she found herself working a with a nice group of people and being a very professional outfit it came as a pleasant change to not have to suffer the sort of constant sexual harassment she had in the past. No crude comments, no leering lecherous old men, no wandering hands, nothing. Of course there was no way of telling what was going on in the minds of her male colleagues, and the truth probably was that there wasn't a man there who wouldn't have given anything to fuck the busty blonds brains out, but they were professionals and that sort of thing simply didn't go on.

So Mandy settled in nicely and was enjoying every part of her new job. Her stunning looks gave her a distinct advantage when dealing with male clients, an advantage that more than made up for her lack of experience. Something that didn't go unnoticed by her all male management team.

It was company policy that all staff wore a uniform, with the female staff in a striking red suit consisting of a top quality fitted skirt and blazer. Underneath they had to wear a pure white blouse with the company red and white silk scarf tucked into the top. The overall look was very much like the uniform of an air hostess, sexy yet very classy. The skirt came in a choice of three lengths, but strangely enough for some reamister the choice wasn't offered to Mandy. It was decided by those in charge that she would get the shortest as a way of them making the most of her very obvious assets. To be fair it wasn't overly short, but finishing high enough above the knee to display a good portion of her smooth and luscious thighs. This maintained a sexy look while being classy and still acceptable for a professional position. Not only that but whoever ordered it somehow managed to order it just half a size smaller than what she had asked for! This of course made it just a little on the tight side, again not very tight but definitely snug and rather figure hugging showing off her curvaceous ass to its fullest. It seemed that whoever did the ordering could clearly see an opportunity, and it was obviously one not to be missed.

To finish the look off she would wear flesh coloured stockings and red patent leather 5 inch stilettos. With such shapely legs and not being particularly tall Mandy could wear such a high heel without it looking improper for work.

So she would arrive every day looking like she had just stepped out of a top class glamour magazine, very sexy yet still maintaining a professional and classy image. With her lovely blond hair pulled back into a pony tail and her pretty fresh young face with no more than the subtlest touch of make-up she was without a doubt a sight to behold.

Obviously looking as she does Mandy always attracts a lot of attention. Her colleagues would smile to themselves at the almost embarrassed looks on the faces of male clients as they would try to avert their gaze away from her phenomenal bust. Nearly always they would fail miserably and one of either two things would invariably happen. Either they would try to look her in the eye while being unable to help themselves from having a sneaky glance down every few seconds. Or there would be those who would blatantly just stare holding virtually their entire conversation with the mouth watering pair without as much as a glance up at her face.

With the odd trip to the filing cabinet thrown in giving the unmissable treat of a look at her spectacular ass in that short tight red skirt most couldn't help but find themselves rather distracted from the matter in hand. Of course these were things that Mandy had grown so used to that she would hardly even notice, in fact it all seemed perfectly normal to her.

The company had for some time now been trying to secure a deal with a developer who wanted to build luxury homes on a site that they had managed to locate for them. The deal was worth millions with the agents standing to get a very healthy commission for their part. The only problem was that there was a rundown old house sitting on the plot of land with a disared old man living there refusing to move.

They had tried everything including offering him way over the odds for the virtually derelict old building, but he wasn't interested. It wasn't that he couldn't see how generous the offer was, and it wasn't like he couldn't use the money. It was more the fact that he was a stubborn old bugger who didn't like the way these flash money men in their expensive suits thought they could do whatever they wanted.

It was a difficult situation as he was 82 years old and they knew it wouldn't look too good if they appeared to be powering such an elderly permister from their home of almost 60 years. They maintained a gentle approach, despite his rude and obnoxious nature, and had been to see him a few times with offers of nice new homes to view but to no avail.

He wasn't the easiest of people to speak to as he was rather hard of hearing. Most things had to be repeated several times which tried even the most patient of men. One time the bad tempered old boy had gotten so irritated that he virtually threw one of them out of the house leaving the poor unsuspecting salesman with no idea what he was supposed to have done. One minute they're talking and the next the old man has pulled himself up on his walking frame before thumping it down onto his feet shouting at him to get out.

It was frustrating for them because they all knew he was being offered more money than he could ever hope to spend and with a nice brand new house into the bargain, it really was a fantastic offer, but nobody could make him see it.

This was when, as a last desperate attempt before the developers pull the plug on the whole deal, they decided that maybe he would respond better to someone else, someone he hadn't seen before, a female perhaps, an attractive female......like Mandy.

Now this wasn't the first time a female member of staff had tried to talk some sense into him. The previous attempt however was by one of the female senior managers, an overweight unattractive woman in her mid fifties. Despite being a tough business woman she was taken aback by his prehistoric sexist attitude. He basically spoke to her like a piece of dirt, he was rude arrogant and unbelievably disrespectful. It was obvious that he was of the mind that a woman couldn't possibly have a thought or an opinion worthy of being heard. It was a terrible attitude but being in his eighties meant he no longer really cared what other people thought of him. Despite this there was nothing else the company could do, they had no choice, they had to give it one last chance. So it was decided that Mandy would take one of the company cars and try to get him to come with her to look at one of the nice new homes they had lined up for him.

Despite being a miserable sexist pig it was still considered perfectly safe, after all being disared meant he was barely able to stand without the aid of a walking frame, and besides she probably wouldn't even get through the front door anyway. So the appointment was made.

The very next day Mandy was given the address together with a brief on the whole situation including what this deal was potentially worth to everyone. She arrived in one of the bosses shiny new cars and knocked on the door. It took a few minutes and several knocks on the door before there were any signs of life stirring inside. The old man was obviously having trouble as she could hear him bashing into things and cursing as he worked his way to the door.

With a loud creak it slowly opened and Mandy saw this rather frail and pathetic looking old man struggling to open the door while clinging to his walking frame. There seemed to be a lot of junk around which gave him virtually no room to manoeuvre. The pretty 20 year old looked him over. He had almost no hair on his head and from the way his jaw stuck out and his bottom lip came up over his top lip almost to his nose it was clear that he had not a single tooth in his head. His back was also very badly curved which caused him to stoop forward over his walking frame.

"Hi I'm Mandy from...."

"I know who you are," he replied in a manner that fitted with everything she had been told about him.

"Oh," replied the busty young blond politely. "Well then, you know why I'm here."

The old man turned and shuffled off back down the hall towards his sitting room knocking into all sorts of pieces of junk with his frame as he went. Her experiences with old men hadn't been very pleasant up until now and so Mandy felt a little apprehensive. But she had to remind herself that this was different, she was here to do a job and there was nothing to be worried about. Besides this old man could barely stand let alone anything else, and she could see he certainly looked his age and clearly way past any untoward thoughts.

This was true, he felt every bit his 80 plus years. His body was riddled with arthritis, something that was obvious from not only his stooping back and somewhat bowed legs, but also from his badly bent and twisted old fingers and hands. They looked painful but thanks to a steady supply of strong pain *******ers it was pain that could be controlled. The real trouble was they were almost useless for doing anything intricate of fiddly, even writing was virtually impossible for the crippled old boy.

But as far as any untoward thoughts go, well there was a side to this miserable chauvinistic pig that very few people knew about. The people that knew him best were the ones that knew him from years back when he wasn't so disared by old age.....people like Alimister.

Mandy had no idea but her lady had come across this horrible old man some 20 years ago. You see this was Ernie, the dirty old pervert that had made her working life such a misery all those years ago and eventually took advantage of her one unforgettable night. There was of course no way that Mandy could ever know this, but to the old man it was an experience that he would relive in his imagination even to this day.

At his age memories were really all Ernie had and so with his ever advancing years and his disabling health issues, including the now visibly obvious arthritis that ran throughout his twisted old body, there wasn't much to look forward to for the old boy.

His only minor pleasure was the weekly visit of his community nurse to administer the pain *******ing haves that kept him relatively active. She wasn't anything special, middle aged and very plain looking, but over recent years she had become his only female contact and consequently the source of many a fantasy. The main reamister being that she was a plump woman, which he didn't approve of, but that meant she had a huge pair of knockers that he delighted in ogling every time she called.

Every week after her visit he would lay in bed at night and imagine the overweight middle aged nurse leaning over him and tearing her tunic open, her gigantic jugs would tumble free and she would beg the toothless old man to squeeze and suck them.

Despite his age the old man hadn't really changed at all, he was still a dirty old pervert and still capable of raising an impressive erection, and this thought would never fail to get the old mans cock hard and throbbing. The real *** was that his crippled old hands made it virtually impossible for him to masturbate successfully. So with pre-cum dribbling from his rigid purple cock he would more often than not eventually fall arelax frustrated beyond belief................................. ....................Now he was in his living room with Mandy showing him leaflets of possible homes that he might like to go and view. This was when the old man got his first proper look at the beautiful busty young blond. His old eyes widened as he focused on her lovely fresh young face. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen such a pretty girl with her silky smooth skin lovely full lips and sparkling eyes. His gaze didn't remain on her face for long however, he looked down over the outline of her gorgeous curves, to say he was impressed by what he saw would be the understatement of the year.

Standing there in her red suit and heels with her beautiful blond hair back in a pony tail he was couldn't quite believe what he was seeing. His eyesight was still very good despite his age and being the sort of man he was he quickly noticed just how short and tight her skirt was. He looked down the length of her lovely legs sheathed in smooth flesh coloured nylon, this was a real treat for the miserable old git....and he couldn't help thinking she looked familiar.

"I have a few houses here that we thought you might be interested in seeing," Mandy said to the old boy as she flicked through the leaflets she was holding. "They're not too far from here and they're all very nice," she went on.

As she spoke his eyes went upwards, his old fashioned arrogance giving him the confidence to enjoy feasting his eyes on this young beauty without a care for what she may think. Despite her smart red jacket being buttoned up it didn't conceal the fact from the dirty old man that she was hiding a seriously big set of knockers.

"Mmmm, can see why they sent you," he grumred as he made no attempt to hide his lustful gaze. It was then that it dawned on him, she did look familiar, she looked exactly like the girl he fucked that night all them years ago. But surely it couldn't be her, she hadn't aged a day.

"Don't I know you?" Ernie asked.

"Er, no I don't think so." Instantly his question made her nervous. Not surprisingly she wondered straight away if he was going to be another dirty old boy that had seen her video. "Yes....Alimister isn't it?" There wasn't a day that went by over the last 20 years that he hadn't thought about that night, and so her name and image were emblazoned on his memory.

To say Mandy was relieved would be an understatement, she realised that he must have known her Mother and that was why he thought he knew her.

"No, I think you must be confusing me with my Mother," she explained to the old man.

"Oh I see," came his reply as he went on to explain how they used to work together and how she was the image of her Mother at that age.

This whole situation seemed to put Mandy more at ease and soon she continued with her sales patter. She realised she now had his full attention and quickly offered to take him to view a couple of the houses they had lined up for him. You can imagine her surprise when he readily agreed and with a gruff arrogance, which reminded Mandy that she was still dealing with a miserable old git, he instructed her to get his coat from the coat hook in the hall.

Excited by the fact that she had already gotten further than anyone else she quickly did as he asked.

Obviously the old boy took the opportunity to get a good look at her ass as she trotted off down the hall and reached over a pile of old boxes to get his coat from the hook.

"Mmmmm," he grumred, impressed by the incredible perfection of her fit young ass in the tight red skirt. As she returned with his coat held out for him to take he could see the weighty bounce of her magnificent bust. "Just like your Mother" he muttered under his breath, already he was having dirty thoughts of all the things he would love to do to this unsuspecting pretty young thing.

Soon he was in the passenger seat of the car ready to be taken on a sightseeing tour of the new properties that had been lined up for him. Unfortunately for the unsuspecting Mandy the only sight he was interested in seeing was the one sat next to him in the driving seat. She hadn't noticed how much her skirt had ridden up tight across her lap, and every time she pushed her feet down on the clutch pedal it seemed to rise just a little more. By the time they had reached their first destination the dirty old boy was getting seriously turned on. It was a sight that he never thought he would ever see again in his lifetime, a pretty young girls stocking tops. It was a sight that had his frustrated old cock stirring into life.

As she got out of the car she still had no idea what she was doing to him as he just sat and watched her lovely ass tightly wrapped in the now even shorter skirt. As she stood out of the car she quickly realised what had happened and appearing a little embarrassed subtly straightened herself out.

The whole viewing process obviously had its point but to be honest the sight of this big breasted gorgeous young blond parading around in front of him in her sexy uniform had his mind fully occupied.

Mandy thought it was all going well and he seemed to be genuinely interested in some of the places she had shown him. So as they drove back to the old mans house she asked, with a misguided air of confidence, which property he preferred. Of course he didn't really care either way about any of them but thought that if he appeared interested he could possibly get to enjoy the company of this cock hardening piece of skirt for a while longer.

"Uh.....the first one seemed alright," he begrudgingly said. "When we get back you can go through what the deal is again."

Mandy was delighted to hear this, had she finally cracked the grumpy old man? Had she succeeded where so many others had failed? She felt a rush of enthusiasm. The thought of possibly getting this deal and what it could mean to both the company and her standing within it was something that was starting to excite her.

When they arrived back Mandy still had no idea of the lustful thoughts going through this apparently decrepit 82 year old mans mind, she was too busy imagining the look on every ones face when she went back and announced the good news.

It was a slow walk back down the path to the front door of the run down old house. Old Ernie shuffled with his walking frame trying not to get tangled in the overgrown weeds that crept all over the broken concrete. As they got inside he asked Mandy to remove his coat and hang it back up for him. Standing behind him she gladly obliged slipping it from his shoulders and tugging it down his arms.

She noticed the filthy grime covered collar of his shirt for the first time and it dawned on her that he had no one to look after him and probably hadn't washed since God knows when. Then as he turned to face her she could see just how much difficulty he had moving and couldn't help but feel some pity for him.

"Would you like a hand?" Mandy politely asked seeing him struggling to manoeuvre towards the living room door. Then just as she spoke he seemed to lose his footing and stumred forward towards her.

Instinctively she reached out to catch the frail old boy and as she did they both tumred to the floor. Now they found themselves on the floor, and with old Mr Granger on top Mandy was momentarily trapped. It was clearly an accident but instantly wondered if the miserable bad tempered old man would blame her. She knew how fragile the situation was and something as silly as this could cost her the deal.

She began to apologise, even though it wasn't her fault. At least he had landed on her so his fall was cushioned and he hadn't hopefully injured himself.

Of course different thoughts were racing through his mind as he suddenly found himself laying on top of this gorgeous girl, a position that he never imagined he would ever be in. All he could feel beneath him was her massive firm bust supporting his meagre weight. His body rolled about on what felt like two over inflated balloons as he tried (not too hard) to get to his feet.

With his face so close to hers and looking down into her big brown eyes old Ernie, never being one to miss a trick, was overwhelmed by the urge to kiss those beautiful moist young lips. He couldn't help it she was just so irresistible. So without a thought he acted on impulse and went to plant his foul old mouth over hers. As their lips made contact Mandy suddenly realised what was happening and went to push him off.

"No no! What are you doing?" Mandy cried as she struggled her way out from beneath him. "O...Oh my God...w....what on earth are you doing," she went on as she clambered to her feet leaving him in a heap on the floor.

"Can't blame a man for trying," he replied with an unbelievable arrogance.

"God you men are all the same!"

Mandy was angry at him for thinking he could get away with such a thing, but at the same time she was still aware of the deal and knew it more important than anything else.

She watched the arthritic old man trying to get to his feet and it was obvious he couldn't get back up on his own. Despite what had just happened the kind hearted girl couldn't just watch him, she had no choice, she had to help him up.

This was another chance for the dirty old pervert. As they both struggled he clung tightly to her as she pulled him up onto his knees. He grumred and groaned as she tried to lift him all the way to his feet. As he held onto her he again found it impossible to resist the urges surging through his feeble old body, he knew he would never again get the opportunity to have a girl like this holding him so close. With his arms around her waist and her bending at the middle to get him up he couldn't help but let his hands slip from her waist down over the smooth tight fabric of her skirt.

With Mandy not really aware of what he was doing old Ernie couldn't believe his luck as he felt his way over her hips, it felt incredible to have his hands on her. He thrilled at the unmistakeable outline of her suspenders under his fingertips and knew if he didn't try his luck further he would never get a chance like this again. So he stumred and groaned as a distraction as he craftily slid a hand around and down the steep slope of her ass.

"Are you okay?" Mandy asked now rather concerned that he may have hurt himself.

"Ouch! Oooh my back," the old man cried out as his face grimaced as if in a lot of pain. It was all a ploy to distract her further as he took the chance and slipped his hand over her lovely rounded buttocks. It was such a thrill as he felt his palm come to rest over one before gripping it firmly .

"HEY!" Mandy shouted as with one hand she pushed the offending arm away. "I'll thank you to stop that!"

The old man just smiled arrogantly as he again said, "like I said, can't blame a man for trying."

He was in heaven as he memorised the feel of that lovely firm round cheek in the palm of his arthritic old hand. "Well what do you expect wearing a skirt like that?"

"I don't expect to be pawed by a man of your age for a start," she quickly answered.

"Then don't wear such a short skirt," he said as his eyes went down her body, "mmmm and so tight too." As he spoke a filthy smile came over his face and Mandy felt sickened at the thought of what was obviously going through his mind.

"Shall we get back to the matter in hand?" She asked as she went through to the living room.

"I've got something you can take in hand," he replied with a suggestive arrogance.

"I thought you were a friend of my Mothers! What do you suppose she would say?" Mandy said sternly.

The old man didn't seem to care as he just smiled to himself in that arrogant way. "Seem to remember she was a cock teasing piece of ass too, a great fuck though if I remember rightly."

Mandy couldn't believe her ears and decided the best thing to do was try and ignore what he was saying, he was obviously just trying to get a reaction from her. It was a ploy that seemed to work as after a few moments awkward silence he went through and sat himself down at the dining table. As she followed him over to the table he snatched the paperwork out of her hand.

"Come on then, tell me again what you can offer?" He said in his usual grumpy fashion.

Mandy was pleased that they were now back on the subject of the deal and so began to explain again just what he was going to get. All the time she's talking Mandy looks the old man over with a renewed perspective of what sort of man he really was.

He was just so old, his skin was so white and wrinkly that he looked like someone who could draw his last breath at any minute. He had on a worn out old blue checked lumberjack style shirt that had clearly seen better days. With it he wore a pair of grey baggy joggers that were obviously easier and more comfortable than regular trousers, despite the fact that they looked ridiculous on such an old man, especially one wearing regular brown shoes. All his clothing looked as if he had been wearing it for a very long time, and the general bad odour he was giving off made her feel a little queasy. But she had a job to do and hadn't lost sight of the fact that if she closed this deal she was going to be something of a superstar to her bosses.

As she finished explaining the deal he asked her with a more sinister tone, "so what else can you offer?"

The way he looked her up and down as he spoke left her in no doubt what he was getting at.

"Um, well, that's about it really.......I think you'll find it is a very generous offer." Mandy nervously replied.

He just smiled showing her his gummy old mouth completely void of any teeth. "No, what else can YOU offer?"

She stepped back unsure what to say or do. "Er...n....nothing," was all she could muster.

There was a few moments awkward silence as the old man continued to look her over before realising he wasn't going to get any response to his very obvious hint.

"So, you got a boyfriend then?" The old guy asked out of the blue.

"I....er..." Before Mandy got the chance to answer he carried on.

"Yeah course you have, a hot piece of ass like you, bet they're falling over themselves."

Mandy didn't appreciate his crude comments, or his line of questioning. So, not knowing what to say she said nothing.

But still he continued.

"Bet he can't wait to get home to you every night," he went on. "Bet his hands are all over you soon as he walks in....eh?" He then laughed as if he was sort of joking, which Mandy knew he wasn't.

"Ah well, an old man like me can only dream of such things." There was again a moments silence as he seemed lost in thought before getting back to the job in hand. "So....have you got a pen then?" He suddenly asked holding out his hand.

Thinking he was about to sign the paperwork Mandy quickly unbuttoned her jacket and took a pen from her inside pocket.

"Holy Jesus!" He cried as his eyes widened at the sight he was presented with. Mandy realised straight away what she had done and could see his attention was suddenly back on her. It was obvious he was referring to her incredible 34GG bust that was now very obvious displayed to him in her nicely fitted white blouse.

"Bet your boyfriend can't keep his hands off those beauties!" He exclaimed. "What a lucky bastard!"

There was a silent pause before he again arrogantly tried his luck. "What about a quick feel?"

"Certainly not!" Mandy told him firmly. She was now getting tired of his relentless crude suggestions.

"Oh come on, it's won't hurt you."

"No! How dare you!" She snapped.

"Well what do you expect? Shouldn't have such big fuckin' knockers then should you!" He went on, as if it was her fault!

"Oh just give me the dam pen then!" He answered somewhat angrily. What a cheek, what had he got to be angry about? Mandy found his attitude unbelievable.

With that she handed him the pen. He left her holding it for a few seconds while he looked over the paperwork.

"What does this bit mean?"

The pretty 20 year old stepped up closer to see what he was referring to. As she leaned over he brought his hand up from the table in an attempt to touch one of those beautiful big tits that was now just inches above.

As the backs of his bent old fingers brushed against the fine white fabric of her blouse she instantly figured his game and quickly straightened up out of his reach. At the same moment she realised his other hand had somehow gotten behind her and as she stepped back the persistent old bugger grabbed the back of her thigh. In an instant his hand was heading upwards in an attempt to reach up the back of her skirt.

"For goodness sake!" Mandy cried as she stepped out of reach from his dirty groping hands.

His response surprised her. Rather than being apologetic or laughing it off as if he was only joking. He shifted around in his seat to face her as he told her not to be such a little tease. "Come and sit on my lap and we can fill this form in together," he suggested as he patted his lap.

That was it, she had had enough. She gathered up all the paperwork spun on her red stilettos and stormed out of the place.

All the way back she was wondering how her bosses would take the news that she had possibly blown the whole deal. But the more she ran it through in her mind the more she convinced herself that they would understand and maybe even sympathise with her and be angry at him............she couldn't have been more wrong.

She reported the events to her immediate superior who then got onto the phone to the top manager. Standing within earshot Mandy listened as the mornings events were explained. Then, all of a sudden she heard something that shocked and quite frankly frightened her.

"WHAT!" She heard the manager shout down the phone. "SIT ON HIS LAP? I DON'T CARE IF SHE HAS TO SIT ON HIS FUCKING FACE! TELL HER WE NEED THAT DEAL!"

The poor guy making the call was left red faced as after a few more choice words from the boss he put the phone down. "I don't think I need to tell you what he said."

"Er...n...no," she replied with her gaze downward to the floor.

"I would suggest you go back and try to salvage this mess, before we're all looking for another job."

Realising just how serious the situation was Mandy had no choice other than to apologise before agreeing to go back to see old Ernie to try and save the deal.

In the meantime back at the house the old man had dozed off as he was prone to doing at his age. After an hour or so he awoke on his moth eaten old sofa with an erection and his mind filled with thoughts of Mandy. He even wondered for a moment if she really existed or whether he had just dreamt of her. But as he came round he realised she was indeed real as he excitedly recounted every detail.

Soon he found himself in a state of arousal like he hadn't experienced for quite some time. He hooked his thumbs into the elastic waist of his filthy old joggers and lifted them down exposing his smelly underpants. His old cock was rock hard and formed an impressive tent, quite a remarkable thing for a man in his eighties. He smiled at the all too familiar wet patch of pre-cum that had seeped into the grubby old cotton.

"Oh you horny little bitch, see what you've done to me," he whispered to himself.

His mind was spinning with thoughts of the gorgeous young creature and her devastatingly curvaceous body. He just couldn't believe that she was Alimisters flower, and even more to the point she was just as sexy if not more so! It was as if fate was playing some sort of game with him. The memory of that night with Alimister, as you would expect, has remained with him to this day. It was simply the most incredible experience of his life. Girls like that are well beyond the reach of men like him, and would only ever exist in their lust fuelled dreams and fantasies. Yet here again was a girl being presented to him that simply defied belief.

But in a way he saw it as a cruel trick, a reminder of what he could never have no matter how much he longed for it. He encounter with Alimister was like a jackpot win on the lottery, and that's something that never happens twice. But his imagination still served him well and as he recounted what had just happened he placed a cushion over his lap and closed his eyes as he pressed it hard against his erection.

"Mmmm oooh those tits, those lovely big tits," the toothless old boy muttered as he began to imagine how they would feel in his hands. "Oh and that short tight skirt, ooooh you lovely cock teasing bitch," he went on with her picture still clear in his mind. Then he suddenly remembered the glimpse of stocking top and rubbed the cushion harder against himself as he tried to imagine what sort of underwear she would be wearing under that sexy red uniform.

The dirty sex starved old pensioner would have given anything to see this beautiful busty blond girl peel away her clothing and reveal the pretty lace garments he knew she had to be wearing underneath. His cock throbbed like it hadn't in a very long time as excitedly the old boy threw the cushion aside and pulled his underpants down to his knees.

He admired the angry purple swell of the head of his cock along with the incredible hardness of its deeply ridged shaft. He couldn't remember the last time he felt such excitement and knew this was a time to forget the discomfort in his arthritic old hands, there was a far greater urgency to relieve the pressure in his balls.

"Ooh see what you do you teasing bitch," he again muttered convinced she had to know the affect she would have had. Then, just as he gripped the dirty stinking old thing in his crippled hands, there came a knock at the door.

"SHIT BUGGER DAM!" Ernie shouted angrily. "WHAT? IT'S OPEN FOR CHRIS SAKE!" He hurriedly pulled his trousers and underpants back up angry at having what would undoubtedly have been his best wank in a very long time disturbed.

His anger soon evaporated away when he heard the voice in the hall. "It...it's me, Mandy, f...from the agents.....sorry to bother you again."

The sound of her voice was like music to his ears and as the living room door opened he thought his cock might spontaneously explode right there and then. She was back, only this time in the warmth of the afternoon she had left her jacket in the car. The sight of this prettiest of girls in a white blouse that could barely contain the most magnificent set of jugs imaginable was almost too much to comprehend. Her slender waist and figure hugging skirt displaying the most amazingly curvaceous hour glass figure he could ever remember seeing.

"Sorry to disturb you," Mandy started, "but I....." It was at that moment her gaze fell upon the enormous tent in his tatty old grey joggers. "Oh I....I see it's not a good time, I....er, I'll come back later."

The dirty old pervert thought quickly, this deal was obviously very important, probably more so than he had ever realised. She must have been sent back, there was no way she would have come of her own accord. He seized the opportunity.

"Look!" He barked. "I'm not going to be messed around, either we sort this deal now or it's off! Now either leave or shut the door and come and sit down!"

Mandy paused for a moment unsure what to do. She could see the old man was clearly in an excited state and experience had taught her only too well what that meant. But ultimately she knew she had two choices, either stay and try to get this deal sorted, or turn and leave. The second wasn't an option, not if she wanted to save her job, and just as importantly it seems the jobs of her colleagues.

So, reluctantly, she stepped forward with the document clasped firmly in her hands and sat herself on the edge of the sofa. Not wanting to upset or anger the old man she smiled a sort of sweet yet clearly uncomfortable smile at him. He responded by turning in his seat to face her before looking her up and down, concentrating on her bust for a few seconds before looking down at her short skirt stretched tightly across her lap.

"I...I've got all the paperwork here," the lovely 20 year old said as she handed the papers to him.

"We'll go through that in a minute or two," he answered as he took them and placed them on the arm of the sofa just behind him, "there's plenty of time for that."

As he spoke he placed one of his bony old hands on her knee. Mandy didn't know what to do, should she repeat the mistake she made earlier by upsetting him and swatting his hand away? Or should she pretend she doesn't mind in the hope that by being nice he'll sign the deal?

Ernie took confidence from her lack of any reaction and did what anyone would do, he began to feel his way around her knee before slowly gliding his palm back and forth along the top of her thigh. Mandy tried to keep talking about the business in hand trying to act as if she hadn't noticed what he was doing.

Unfortunately he was overwhelmed and almost unable to believe what she was letting him get away with. He loved the sensual feel of the silky smooth nylon stockings that coated her firm young thighs. Growing braver by the minute he grunted yes and no answers to what she was saying, obviously not paying any attention at all, as his hand moved further along her thigh towards the hem of her skirt.

Mandy fidgeted uncomfortably in her seat hoping that he wouldn't go too far, but of course she was kidding herself. The old man licked the saliva from his lips as his twisted old fingertips crept under her skirt. He couldn't help himself as he muttered, "ooh yes lovely...lovely." Soon his fingers had completely disappeared from sight and Mandy could feel them exploring her stocking tops until they touched her lace suspenders. "Oh yes, oh my word yes," he sighed with a filthy grin on his old face.

He was very obviously turned on and Mandy didn't want things to go too far. So in an instant she leapt to her feet and thinking quickly suggested she make them both a cup of tea.

But the old boy was having none of it and, grabbing her by the wrist, told her to sit back down. She felt the anger in his surprisingly strong grip and tried to pull away.

"Now let's stop messing around," he shouted. As he did he pulled her towards him and in her high heels lost her footing and stumred forward landing face down across his lap with her ass in the air. In the mayhem her skirt had ridden up exposing her stockings and suspenders. As Mandy struggled to get back to her feet she felt the old mans arm across her back effectively pinning her down where she was.

"Ha ha," he laughed as he smacked her ass with his free hand. "My you are a feisty young thing."

His cock was as hard as hell and Mandy could feel it digging into her stomach. The old mans excitement reached a new high and in his arrogance thought nothing of holding her still while he freely fondled her lovely firm young ass. It felt so good. Just to be touching such perfection would have been enough, but he was squeezing and groping it, first one cheek then the other, it was just the most incredible thrill.

Still Mandy struggled to get back to her feet and old Ernie took the obvious opportunity that was presented to him. He grabbed the hem of her skirt and pushed it up completely exposing the most beautiful ass he had ever seen encased in the prettiest silk and lace panties.

"Oh my God!" He cried. "Oh yes yes yes." With that he grabbed a good fistful of firm round ass cheek and gave it a mighty squeeze. "Ooh you cheeky fuckin' bitch!" He went on.

She was just irresistible, he couldn't help himself as he groped and worryed the unbelievable gift that was being offered to him. He was amazed at just how smooth round and firm her gorgeous young cheeks were, they felt like nothing on earth.

Salivating like a hungry old pig he powerd his crooked old fingers between her tightly clamped legs in an attempt to get near to her pussy. "Hee hee, ooh yes come on come on," he went on as he rubbed the white lace crotch of her panties hard against her moistening lips.

Mandy couldn't believe it, even though she had seen it all before. Her body seemed to get turned on by this treatment. She could never understand it, this vile old man was disgusting, but still the urges welled up inside her.

"No stop stop!" Mandy cried as she writhed and squirmed until eventually and with great effort she managed to slide off his lap and landed on the floor in front of him. Thinking she had managed to free herself from his assault she paused a moment in order to catch her breath, but this proved to be a big mistake.

The old man took the opportunity and followed her sliding off the sofa and onto his knees beside her. Realising what was happening she turned to face him and soon found he was on top of her powering her onto her back. Suddenly he was all over her, it was as if his disabling illness had just evaporated away.

"Get off me!" Mandy cried as he held her to the floor and his vile toothless old mouth began kissing and slobbering all over her pretty young face. The adrenalin surging through his body seemed to give him a huge boost in strength and energy.

"Ooh tits tits ooh yeah lovely big tits," he moaned as he brought his hands up and started to squeeze and maul her magnificent bust through her crisp white blouse. He was beyond all self control. He couldn't believe his luck as his hands roamed all over those magnificently huge young knockers. He sunk his arthritic old fingers deep into the flesh as he massaged them roughly stunned at just how incredibly firm they felt.

"Oh at last at last oooh so fuckin' big," he went on with an ever increasing tone of desperation as he squeezed them hard before tugging at the buttons of her blouse. "Oooh I want to see them ooh yes come on come on," he puffed as he pulled the front of her blouse apart sending buttons flying everywhere.

"No get off! Get off!" Mandy cried, but with his whole weight on her it was proving almost impossible to push him off. It was then she felt him reach down and it didn't take long before she realised what he was doing. He had somehow managed to pull his jogging bottoms part way down together with his underpants and was now puffing and panting trying to pull her skirt up.

"Oh no you don't!" Mandy said with a renewed determination. Then with a rush of adrenalin of her own and one almighty shove she pushed the filthy sweaty old man off and quickly scramred out of his reach.

She got to her feet and rushed over to the door. She stood there a moment and tried to compose herself while catching her breath. She quickly smoothed her skirt back down in place, but her blouse was now missing the top four buttons. The trouble is when you have a massive pair of 34GGs trying to bust their way out that's a major problem. There was nothing she could do as she just stood there with her huge boobs displayed for all to see in their beautiful white lace bra. She again tugged the hem of her skirt down to make sure it covered her stocking tops. She knew how she looked and was unsure what to do or how to deal with the situation she now found herself in.

The old man reached for a dining chair that was next to him and slowly managed to pull himself up onto his feet. He was a truly disgusting sight with his grubby old grey joggers and equally grubby old underpants rolled down to his bony white knees. His cock stood out straight in front of him proud and extremely hard surrounded at its base by a thick forest of matted grey hair. The tip was the deepest purple and swollen beyond belief. It jerked and twitched as if it had a mind of its own while at the same time from the pee slit it trickled clear slimy fluid. It was clear to see, (as if there were any doubt), what was on his mind.

Mandy backed up nervously towards the door. "L....look, let's forget what just happened and if you sign the papers we can say no more about it." She knew from experience that this was a bit of a long shot, but she couldn't think what else to say.

Ernie just sat himself on the chair taking a moment to catch his breath. "I don't think so," came his reply, "what do you expect me to do with this!" He gestured towards the huge erection, "look at my hands."

The pretty blond looked as he held them up, his fingers twisted out of shape by the arthritis that afflicted his 82 year old body.

"I need help!" He went on as he sat back in the chair spreading his legs apart. "Well? Come on then!" The old man snapped as if it was all her fault and it was down to her to sort his predicament.

"W....what? Y...you want me to...." Mandy began.

"Well I can't do it myself can I? Not with these hands!" There was a pause. "If you're not going to help me then just take these papers and sod off!" With that he placed his hand on the papers where they sat on the table and angrily flung them over the edge.

"I....well, I don't know what...." She started to say before he interrupted her.

"Well come on then!" He said even though she hadn't even made her decision. "I'm sure your hands are far more capable than mine!"

What could she do? Leave? Of course not! That just wasn't an option. She knew ultimately this deal had to be sealed, it was an impossible situation. In her shocked state her feet seemed rooted to the spot, she couldn't move.

He took the fact that she hadn't left as a green light and leaning on the table slowly pulled himself to his feet. Taking small shuffling steps with his joggers and pants still down around his knees he edged his way closer to her unaided by his walking frame. His eyes were fixed on the exposed lace bra crammed full to bursting point with the most incredible set of knockers imaginable.

The vision of Mandy still in that sexy little skirt and stockings only now with her white blouse open wide and those huge tits thrusting forward like a pair of over inflated balloons was all the encouragement he needed. It seemed like ages but in fact it was less than a minute before he reached out and placed his old hand on her shoulder for support. Mandy was backed up against the door with nowhere to go, she was trapped.

"Now are you going to be a good girl?" Ernie asked her as he shuffled ever closer.

"P....please," she whispered as tears began to well in her pretty eyes, "p....please don't."

"Now come on, nobody's going to hurt you," he told her as he eyed up her fantastic cleavage licking his lips. "I only want to touch you, you wouldn't deny an old man that would you? I mean you wouldn't be that selfish....would you?" As his words trailed off he buried his face in her sweetly scented neck and began to kiss her. His twisted creepy old hands came up and cupped her massive young breasts. "Ooooooh yes yes yes," his mumred into her neck as he began to fondle them in their gorgeous white lace bra.

Mandy could do nothing other than to again beg him to stop which she tried time and time again. But she knew it was useless, he would never stop, he had already gone too far, she had seen it all before. She closed her eyes and tried to put her mind somewhere else as the creepy disgusting old man grew more and more excited from worrying her voluptuous firm young body. Slowly he rubbed his erection up and down against her while one hand crept around behind and fondled her ass.

"Oh God you lovely fresh young thing," he whispered as he moved his face across hers and placed his dirty old lips over hers. "Mmmmmmm," he groaned as he excitedly slobbered all over her soft sweet mouth. The old man was in heaven as he massaged her lovely big tits with one hand and her firm ripe ass with the other.

Mandy knew she had to get him off her as he roughly began trying to pull at her bra. Being part of an expensive set she didn't want the fine garment ruined by this clumsy ham-fisted old perverts attempts to get it off. The stench of his body odour combined with his breath was going to make her sick, it was all getting out of hand, she had to take control. She knew there was only one thing she could do. She had to finish him off as quickly and painlessly as possible, it was the only way.

"L...let's move over to the sofa," she said as she tried to gently push him away while being careful not to upset the volatile old boy.

He didn't need asking twice. All the standing was difficult for him and now it sounded as though she was now going to play ball, this was a dream come true.

With a little help from his busty blond victim old Ernie managed to shuffle his way over and sit himself back down on the moth eaten old piece of furniture. Mandy could still turn and run, but there was no point, she had come this far and hopefully in just a few minutes it would all be over and she could leave with the signed papers.

As the old boy relaxed back into the sofa Mandy had a good idea from the state of his throbbing dribbling cock that it probably wouldn't take much to get it all over with.

Arrogantly he lay himself down along the full length of the sofa as if it was now up to her to take control. Of course she knew what needed to be done and so she stepped up alongside him and looked down at the disgusting shrivelled old man expectantly waiting with his drooling mouth hanging wide open. Mandy knew the drill by now and in an attempt to save her expensive bra from being destroyed she reluctantly pulled the huge lace cups down and lifted her magnificent breasts out.

"Oh my God!" Was all he could muster as his eyes bulged from their sockets. Her breasts were simply like nothing on earth. They looked so big and heavy yet perfectly shaped and thrusting forward as if they were weightless. He had never seen anything like it as her nipples stood out hard and proud, a sign, as he chose to see it, that she had to be excited too.

Mandy felt sick as she gently knelt down on the floor alongside him, her huge naked boobs now right in front of his face. "I....if I do this you'll sign the papers....deal?"

"Oh yes....deal....DEAL!" Ernie excitedly replied his eyes fixed on the phenomenal jugs now right in front of his nose.

The pretty 20 year old looked along the old mans body until she found herself staring at the painful looking erection that stood up hard and proud. While trying to think of something far less unpleasant she reached her hand out to it. As her fingertips brushed across it the old man suddenly let out a cry and grabbed her tits in his hands before biting down hard with his gums onto one of her nipples. Mandy leaned further forward shoving her breasts into his dirty ugly face as she took a firm hold of his smelly old cock. Clear slimy fluid trickled from its swollen purple head which Mandy gently smeared around all over it with her thumb.

His balls seemed to spontaneously dance up and down in their sack as if they had a mind of their own. He groaned over and over as her thumb continued to circle the over sensitive glands, the more she did the more smelly fluid seemed to dribble from it.

"Oh you beautiful thing oh my yes yes don't stop," he moaned as he desperately fondled and squeezed her massive tits all over. "Mmmmmmm," he went on as he sunk his old gums into their firm ripeness licking and slobbering like a disgusting old dog. Ernie couldn't believe what was happening, this was like all of his dreams come true and he was making the absolute most of it.

Mandy could see that it was all too much for the horrible old man and despite the fact that he disgusted her she couldn't help but get a little pleasure from seeing the affect she was having on him. All his arrogance and grumpy attitude seemed to vanish and were replaced by a desperate quivering wreck of a man who was now firmly under her control. She couldn't understand it as her own unexplainable sexual urges grew at seeing his almost unbearable state of excitement. She wanted to tease him, both as a way of making him suffer but also to satisfy her own growing urges.

But for old Ernie it was all about to come to an all too quick yet explosive end. The feel of her soft sweet hand on his throbbing erection was too much, especially combined with the teasing trick she was pulling with her thumb as she continued to circle it over his slimy wet glands. Suddenly his old legs began to twitch as he drew his knees up. Mandy watched his old balls rise as they tightened up, she knew what was about happen.....and she wasn't wrong.

"Oh God yes! Oh God don't stop don't stop!" Ernie said desperately with ever quickening breaths. The sensation in his cock was incredible as at long last he felt the massive contents of his balls begin powering their way up through it.

"Oh fuck these big fuckin' tits!" The old man puffed as he squashed them together hard sinking his twisted old fingers deeply into the firm mass of flesh while rubbing his filthy old face all over them.

"AAAAARGH YES YES YES AAAAAARGH YES!!!!!" He cried out as all of a sudden a huge rope of thick stinking spunk surged high into the air. The old man cried out as Mandys thumb gently continued rubbing the underside of his bulbous swollen cock head. As a second and a third rope quickly followed she tightened her grip around his shaft and pumped it hard. This was pure heaven for old Ernie as an endless amount of stored up spunk was finally released from his long suffering balls.

As Mandy worked her magic fingers up and down his pulsating cock the old pervert was gorging on her beautiful naked breasts, groping and massaging them all over as he sucked and chewed first one nipple then the other with his drooling toothless old mouth.

All too soon the lovely Mandy was squeezing the final drops of sperm from a very grateful and satisfied Ernie. Expertly she carried on masturbating the old boy getting gradually slower and slower until she was sure he had nothing left to give.

As she stopped and held her hand to look at it dripping in an old mans sperm she felt a mixture of feelings. Firstly disgust at what he had just made her do, but also a strange satisfaction at knowing what a relief it must have been for him and how much he must have enjoyed it.

Ernie seemed too exhausted to move as he finally released her breasts from his vice-like grip and lay there catching his breath. Mandy got to her feet and went through to the kitchen to wash her hands.

Unable to help himself the dirty old sod watched her generous shapely bum swaying in that tight red skirt, and as he did he realised far from being spent she was still getting him excited.

Obviously he was in a state of virtual disbelief at what had just happened, it was more than he would have ever dared dream of. But this was an opportunity, one that most people never get in an entire lifetime, girls like Mandy truly are one in a million and he certainly would never be in this position again. So he knew it was unfair on the poor girl but he wanted more, much more.

"Are you now ready to finally sign these papers then?" Mandy enquired as she came back into the room.

"Oh...er...yes yes, of course lets have them then," he answered as he pulled his jogging bottoms and underpants back up and shuffled over to sit himself at the table. The pretty young girl hoped that he was now going to honour his word so she could finally leave.

Mandy, feeling safer now, stood alongside him. Even with her tits back in her bra but the missing buttons of her blouse still leaving everything exposed she was sure she would be safe. But she underestimated just what a sex starved old pervert Ernie was, she had no idea that just by standing so close to him something was already starting to stir.

"Oh what's that?" he suddenly enquired noticing something on her skirt.

"What?"

"That!" Ernie went on pointing at it, "looks like we've made a bit of a mess."

Mandy looked down to see a rather large sticky patch of sperm all down the side of it. "Oh dam! That's going to stain!" She sounded rather upset, partly because the skirt will be ruined but more because she would have to explain what it was when she got back to the office.

"Take it off and go soak it in the kitchen sink," he told her. Seeing the look on her face he carried on, "don't worry I haven't got it in me again, besides what choice do you have if you want to save it, I've got an old dryer out there too."

Mandy knew he was right, she didn't want to take it off in front of him, but at the same time she couldn't go back like it as it was pretty obvious what it was. So after a few moments debating with herself she reached behind and unfastened the zipper, what choice did she have? Stepping away from the old man, just in case, she slipped the skirt down to the floor and stepped out of it.

This was all Ernie needed. The sight of this girl in her stockings suspenders and matching panties was too much. Add to this the blouse held together by just two buttons at the bottom so her bra was on full display, she was basically standing there in just her underwear and nothing else! His ancient old cock stiffened rapidly in his underpants and it was then he knew he was going to have to fuck her, no hand jobs this time, he needed to take this one last chance to feel his cock inside a tight young pussy!

Unaware of what was on his mind the still ridiculously naive girl took her skirt through to the kitchen to wash it in the sink. The dirty scheming old pervert chewed hard on his bottom lip when he saw her cheeky buttocks in the white lace panties she was wearing. What a shape, her body was almost too good to be true. But true it was and he couldn't wait a moment longer, he knew what he wanted and he was sure he was going to get it, no matter what she may say!

He reached inside his joggers and gave himself a little rub as he watched her through the opened kitchen door standing at the sink. Seeing her sideways on he couldn't picture a more impressive sight. The provocative way her ass thrust out was unbelievable especially when coupled with the sight of her huge tits bouncing and swaying in front of her, she really was a true wonder of nature.

After a minute or two she took the soaking skirt out of the sink and as she threw it into the dryer she suddenly realised the potential position she could be in. The dial said it would take 20 minutes, she couldn't just stand around in her underwear for 20 minutes!

That's when the old man called her back through to the front room to ask her where he was to sign the papers.

"At last," Mandy thought to herself as she hurried back in to show him. She looked like a cock teasing porn star in her stockings and suspenders with her tits bouncing and swaying heavily in her bra as she hurried in.

"Here, here, and here," she said as she leant over the table alongside him pointing out where on the papers.

"Mmmmm....what about here?" Ernie said as without warning he brought his hand up between her legs and pressed against her panty covered pussy.

Mandy quickly jumped back out of his reach, "look you promised!"

"I know I know," he answered in a slightly annoyed tone, "and I will sign, but I just need one more favour...."

"What?" Mandy replied, as if she didn't know.

A smile came across his dirty old face as he eyed her up and down. "You are just so gorgeous," he whispered as he reached forwards, "come on, be a good girl". Mandy didn't know what to do think as his creepy old hands began to feel their way up and down her stocking clad thighs. Again she suddenly stepped back and tried ordering him to stop. But the old man wasn't interested in what she wanted and honestly didn't care what she thought, he had just one thing on his mind.

He then turned back to the table and picked the pen up, holding it awkwardly in his twisted old fingers and signed the first part of the forms. "There you go," he said, "now your turn to do something for me."
The pretty blond didn't even have to ask what that favour might be, it was written all over his filthy smug face. She had been here so many times before and knew that if he didn't get what he wanted everything she had done up until now would have all been for nothing.

While she took a moment to think old Ernie pulled himself back to his feet and, using the table for support, shuffled towards her. Before she could object or even speak he somehow managed to pin her against the table with his arms either side of her and started trying to kiss her.

"Look...n....no!" She said as he reached around her waist and grabbed her ass in his hand. Clawing at her panties he began to rub himself up against her.

"Oh yes come on, just this one thing," he wheezed as he grew more and more excited. As he spoke he tried turning her to face the table. "Come on come on, " he insisted as he tried to push her face down across it.

Mandy could see what he wanted and despite her reluctance she knew that her choices were still the same. She could see no point in putting up a fight, if he didn't get his way then she would have failed. So, still voicing her objections she hesitantly rested her elbows on the table and in doing so thrust her ass out towards him.

"Oh yes look at that," he whispered as his hands roamed all over the gorgeous ripe pair of cheeks. "You cock teasing little bitch!"

Mandy felt sick as she allowed this disgusting old pervert to worry her all over. His hands were everywhere, groping her ass, squeezing and fondling her tits, rubbing up and down her thighs, and finally between her legs.

"Ooh open up," he grunted as Mandy felt his foot kick against the inside of hers.

Resigned to her fate and just wanting to get it all over with she did as he asked. Groans of delight came from behind her as she felt his bent old fingers rub her pussy through her panties. She could hear his heavy breathing, he kept muttering, "yes yes oh yes," over and over. She knew what was coming and sure enough he had soon worked his way past the white lace gusset and began to finger her moist lips.

"P....please don't," she again begged. But it fell on deaf ears as without warning he slipped two fingers inside her.

"Oh fuck yes!" Ernie cried as he pushed them up her as deeply as they would go. "You're soaking you little slut," and with that he began squirming them around inside her trying to reach as far as he could.

Mandy couldn't help herself as she let out a quiet moan. She knew it was wrong, she really didn't want this, but at the same time she couldn't help the feelings inside, it just felt so good. Instinctively and without even thinking what she was doing she arched her back and pushed her ass back against him in an attempt to get them even deeper. "Oh God," she quietly sighed.

She may have been quiet but Ernie heard and so knowing full well that this was his golden opportunity he suddenly started ramming his fingers in and out of her. This took the lovely 20 year old completely by surprise and she let out a loud gasp as her legs instantly buckled beneath her. She hung onto the table as the dirty old sod finger fucked her as hard and fast as he could. Seizing the chance every couple of thrusts he powerd his fingers as deep inside her as he could and wiggled them around.

He could feel she was becoming wetter and wetter and knew that the moment had come. He pulled his fingers out and thrust his old joggers and pants down his hairy old thighs before taking aim and driving his cock straight up inside her glistening slit.

It all happened in a matter of seconds and took Mandy completely by surprise. Struggling to catch her breath she was surprised at how big his cock felt as it powered its way into her.

Meanwhile the old boy couldn't believe his luck, her tight wet pussy felt like nothing on earth as he lay his weight across her and reached under to grope her tits. Grunting and groaning he salivated all over her back as he pummelled her with all his strength. Unfortunately he knew his weak old body wouldn't allow him to continue in this position for much longer and he could feel his legs trembling with a mixture of both excitement and age.

So, almost as quickly as he started, he began to slow. Mandy didn't know what was happening, she was now at a point where she needed to carry on, stopping wasn't an option. But the excitement was too much and the frail old man knew if he didn't at least pause for a rest he could collapse.......or even worse!

So, coughing and wheezing, the 82 year old pulled out and reached for the sofa behind him. But with his trembling old legs unable to support his weight he simply crumpled to the floor.

Mandy turned to see if he was alright. He seemed fine with the soft carpet breaking his fall and she watched him roll onto his back with his trousers and underpants around his ankles and his erection as big and stiff as ever. He looked at her and surprisingly apologised. "Sorry," he puffed, "but I just can't stay on my feet for that long."

The old man knew she was now turned on and would probably need satisfying somehow, but he wasn't prepared for what happened next!

She slipped her panties off, removed her blouse, and unhooked her bra and threw it on the table. He just lay there looking up at her with his mouth hanging wide open and his eyes out on stalks. He had never seen a more incredible sight in all his life. "Oh my God!" Came the stunned whisper as Mandy approached him with her big naked tits swaying gently before her.

"Oh you bastard," she said unable to take her eyes of his dirty gnarled old cock standing up like a totem pole. It was so swollen and thick that the dark purple head looked like it could actually explode. The deep ridges and thick veins that ran up and down its impressive length may have looked ugly but Mandy knew what they did to a girl. She needed satisfaction, and that was all that mattered.

Without another word she stepped across him and stood with her feet either side of his head. Unable to resist the temptation to tease the old pervert she lowered herself down until she was squatting with her pussy just above his face. She closed her eyes as his tongue came out and ran along her sweet moist lips.

"Ooh lovely lovely," the old boy groaned as she lowered herself further allowing his tongue to invade her now soaking cunt. Expertly he lapped away at it driving her crazy. At the same time his hands cupped her ass cheeks and circled round and round them feeling their gloriously firm shape. More and more desperately he licked and slobbered at her pussy revelling in the taste of the sweet juices that now poured from within.

Mandy saw his cock bobbing and swaying as it throbbed excitedly, his old balls again twitched uncontrollably in their hairy old sack, she knew he was desperate...........and to be honest so was she.

"Mmmm you dirty old bastard," she said as she raised herself back up to her full height and looked down at him. "You just can't help yourself can you?" All the time she's speaking she's positioning herself over his throbbing erection. "Just can't resist a young girl like me, can you," she said as she brings her hands up to cup her massive breasts. "I don't suppose you can even wank yourself off with those hands. Ooh you must be so frustrated!"

"Oh God please please." The tables had turned, it was the old man now doing the begging. "Oh don't tease me you bitch, please I'm begging you please!"

With that Mandy watched the old mans face, taking great pleasure in the expression all over it as she squatted lower and lower until her pussy lips finally touched the very tip of his cock. He looked as if in pain, but she knew it was years of pent up frustration and like the real tease we know her to be she licked around her lovely soft red lips and gently squeezed her breasts as her pussy slowly began to sink down over his desperate erection.

The old man let out a long heavy groan of pleasure at feeling the tight grip of her pussy walls as it engulfed his manhood.

Mandy too was experiencing a much needed satisfaction as she eventually came to rest on his balls and the huge great thing filled her to the hilt. Without any further playing around she raised herself back up it before again impaling herself down onto it. Quicker and quicker she went as she began to ride him like a stallion bouncing herself up and down on him as if her life depended on it. From the squatting position she was in she fell forward onto her knees causing her massive knockers to tumble into his face. Saving herself by putting her hands on the floor either side of his head she dangled them like a true tease.

The old man was now out of control and without hesitation he grabbed them and stuffed them into his toothless old mouth, first one then the other. With a renewed energy he began ramming himself up into her, his balls flailed all over the place slapping against her ass as the sound of her wetness echoed around the room.

"Oh suck them you fuckin' old pervert," Mandy cried, "suck my big fuckin' tits you dirty fuckin' bastard!" Her sudden foul mouthed rant surprised the old man, but with her now cramming her tits into his face he was free to reach behind and grab at her ass.

With a cheek filling each hand he squeezed and massaged them, pulling them apart and then squashing them together as his cock thundered in and out of her. He couldn't have asked for more, it was like every fantasy he had ever had come true.

As his balls tightened he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. Mandy too was reaching the climax she so desperately needed. The sloshing and slapping sound grew faster and louder as they pounded into each other. Old Ernie looked up at the most beautiful young face he had ever seen and released her huge boobs from his mouth. As if Mandy knew what he wanted she amazingly brought her face down to his and with an open mouth kissed him. The old man groaned with pleasure as he kissed her back, her sweet pretty mouth was so soft and succulent. He was so excited and desperate that he tried to devour it completely, his tongue entwining around hers like a snake.

Mandy took no notice, she was lost in the throws of her ever building orgasm. With the two of them moaning and groaning as they used each others bodies it soon came to the point of no return.

"OH FUCK I'M GUNNA COME!" Ernie cried out as he felt his cock begin to pulsate.

"Oh go on then, come you bastard, fill me with your dirty spunk!" Mandy replied though gritted teeth as she slammed her cunt up and down on his huge hard cock.

"UH UH UH UH," cried Ernie as he at last felt the unmistakable opening of the flood gates. There was no stopping now as in a matter of just a few seconds Mandys cunt was suddenly being pumped full of thick hot steaming sperm.

"Oh yes yes," she cried as she felt the orgasm rush down her body to meet the invading torrent. Over and over Ernie raised his bony old ass up off the floor to ram himself deep into the lovely Mandy as she ground herself against him.

"OH FUCK!" They both said almost simultaneously as they felt the mix of their juices deep within the pretty young blond. It was incredible, more and more spunk followed until she was so deluged that despite the tight fit it oozed from her running down over his balls. For Ernie it was the most incredible feeling he could ever remember, even better than his time with Alimister. He had never produced so much spunk, not once but twice! An amazing feat for an 82 year old man, but then maybe that's the affect of a girl like Mandy.

Soon they came to a standstill and, after taking a good minute or two to allow their respective organs to calm down, Mandy lifted herself off the exhausted old boy.

Without a word she went and retrieved her skirt from the dryer and dressed herself before coming back and helping Ernie back to his feet.

To be fair he was true to his word and he signed the papers as promised and everyone was left satisfied that they had got what they had wanted...

The recent encounter with Ernie had left Mandy questioning many things about herself. She knew deep down she had always enjoyed being a tease. Even way back when she first encountered old George she knew she got a certain thrill from seeing the affect she had on him, and this thrill was something that had been becoming more and more obvious as time went on.

She knew all the men she had encountered were disgusting, but at the same time she also knew that if she had really and truly wanted to she could have refused their demands, surely that's what most people would have done! So why didn't she? After all she was a beautiful 20 year old blond with a body that staggered everyone she met, she could have literally any man she wanted without question. So what was it about these dirty sad old men that she despised without question that left her feeling so aroused?

The answers to these questions were staring her in the face, they always really had been, but she only began to accept it one morning as she awoke from a deep and satisfying relax. As is often the case she couldn't remember what she had dreamt about, all she knew was that whatever it was it had left her feeling very moist between the legs. So much so that the lovely 20 year old needed to play with herself to bring about a quick and desperately needed orgasm before she could even get out of bed.

This was when, for the first time, she had the courage and self honesty to accept the answer to the question that had been bugging her for so long. As she brought herself to a very powerful climax she saw the faces of all the sad and lonely old men flash before her eyes. Every one of them appeared a disgusting and filthy specimen of a man, not the sort that you would normally expect a pretty young thing like Mandy to think of when needing to fulfil her sexual urges. It was then that the reamister hit her, of course, it suddenly seemed so obvious. It wasn't their ugly faces that excited her........what she truly found exciting was the expressions on them!!!

You see she knew just what a sexy girl she was, and she knew the almost unbearable temptation these men felt when in her presence. At the same time she knew just how deprived and desperate dirty ugly old men like these had to be, which led to them being ultimately so incredibly grateful. They would have dreamt of girls like her so many times, and they would know they would have more chance of flying to the moon than ever even meeting one. Then she would come along like an answer to their prayers, with the gift of her incredible body being flaunted before them like some sort of dream.

They couldn't help being the way they were, they were only human and still had the same urges as any younger man. The trouble was they were never given the opportunity to vent them in the same way. This was what made them more grateful, and it was that gratitude and disbelief that she saw in every one of their lust fuelled faces.

So, still feeling incredible horny and with these thoughts flying around in her head, Mandy dressed for work. Even yet she debated with herself whether to even consider giving in to her true desires or not, after all the very idea was almost perverse. She knew it was wrong and anyone would be disgusted if they knew, but she couldn't help but wonder about the satisfaction she might get from teasing some poor unfortunate.

It was a lovely sunny day and as she made her way on the bus to work she was soon presented with a situation that she could maybe use to try out her theory. She wasn't going to throw herself at anyone, but she did wonder if she might get a small thrill from teasing some poor unsuspecting guy.

Mandy wore her estate agents uniform as usual but being a hot day she had decided not to wear her jacket. She knew how she looked in the crisp white blouse that hugged her figure tightly as it struggled to contain that massive pair of 34GGs. Her short red skirt too attracted a lot of attention, the tightly fitting garment displaying the most incredibly sexy ass imaginable. As a change from the usual, and partly because of the way she was feeling, she wore a fine pair of black seamed stockings that looked so sexy with the red of her skirt.

It was standing room only, as always, and Mandy had noticed while waiting at the bus stop a scruffy old man that she guessed to be about 50 - 60 with his dull and dreary looking wife. He looked familiar and after pondering why for a moment she realised she had often seen him walk by her house.

She caught him craftily eyeing her up, not in an obvious way, more in a sneaky terrified of being caught sort of way. There was nothing unusual about this, it happened all the time with men of every age. But this man looked a bit of a sad old boy with nothing much going for him. It was obvious too that his wife looked like the typical sort of old battleaxe that had long since closed the door on any sort of sexual activity. He wasn't doing anything wrong, most other men at the stop had checked her out too. But he was obviously being careful though in case the wife caught him looking.

Mandy actually felt a little sorry for the bespectacled little man while at the same time having to stop herself from giggling as she looked him over. He wore a pair of old khaki shorts that hung baggy around his scrawny white legs. On his feet he wore grey ankle socks and open toed sandals, not a good look. He had on a plain white t-shirt that had obviously had all the shape washed out of it as it didn't seem to fit all that well. The most noticeable thing though was his greasy grey hair, or rather its style. He was obviously bald on top but had combed his hair forward from halfway down the back of his head, it looked quite ridiculous.

Everything about him looked old and tired and rather sad, from the scruffy baggy old shorts to the ludicrous comb over. The sight of Mandy in her work attire was probably the highlight of his day. Every time she glanced in his direction he quickly looked away, it was obvious that he couldn't take his eyes off her....and who could really blame him.

His wife had managed to get the last seat on the bus and didn't seem to care that her husband was left standing. The seat was near to the front and the poor old boy was left out in the centre aisle gradually being pushed further and further towards the back. Mandy too was left standing and as the bus filled up she too was shunted further and further back until she was standing right in front of him.

There was an unpleasant whiff of body odour in the air but that didn't deter Mandy from her thoughts. She knew that if she wanted to this would be a golden opportunity to be rather naughty and do some serious cock teasing. She found herself standing with her back to him and as the bus lurched off couldn't help but wonder what thoughts would be going through his mind.

As she glanced around the bus at all the early morning "zombies" gazing blankly out the windows she noticed a chrome light fitment just above her head. It was almost mirror-like and as she checked herself in it she noticed the old mans reflection right behind her as clear as day. With nobody much paying any attention she could clearly see him looking down and soon figured he was staring at her bottom. He had no idea she could see him and probably wasn't even aware that every few seconds he was licking his lips as his eyes feasted on the glorious sight right before him.

Mandy again glanced around the bus. A couple of guys were obviously checking her out as they looked away rather awkwardly when they realised they had been caught. Other than that nobody was paying much attention to anything. She again looked at the old boys reflection and watched as his eyes roamed up her back before moving his head slightly to one side as if trying to see over her shoulder. As he kept on ogling her in a not very subtle way it quickly became obvious he was trying to have a sneaky look at her magnificent bust.

She knew that like all the others he would have probably given anything to be allowed to reach around and take them in his hands, a thought that, as it so often did, made Mandy feel rather smug. She continued to watch as he looked furtively around the bus before again casting his old eyes over her fit young ass.

She didn't know why but the urge to give him a treat was beginning to overwhelm her, all she knew was the affect she was clearly having on him seemed to excite her. It must have been the devil within but she just knew what it would mean to the pathetic scruffy old guy to accidentally get a quick touch of the untouchable.

That was when she decided to do something. She arched her back a little which caused her shapely ass to stick out even more than usual and waited for the bus to slow down. She again checked the reflection and saw the old man looking down at her rear, the expression on his sad old face was a picture. Now she was feeling mischievous and all she needed was a way of breaking the ice with this pathetic looking loser, and so quickly came up with an idea.

As the bus picked up speed again she pretended to lose her balance and stepped back to steady herself. As she did she felt her bum make contact with his groin area and, acting as if she lost her balance, she fell backwards against him. In an instant he instinctively grabbed her by the waist to steady her. Mandy grabbed his wrists, apparently by accident, to save herself from falling. The lucky old boy just stood there as she pushed them down as if she was trying to hold herself up, and in doing so she moved his hands down over her hips. Then, taking a second to compose herself, (and giving him a generous opportunity to freely feel of the smooth tightness of her skirt), she turned to face him keeping his hands in place the whole time.

"Oh thank you," she said quietly enough so as to not draw attention to the situation. Standing extremely close and with her breasts now lightly pushing against his chest the cruel little cock teaser looked straight into his eyes.

For a few seconds the old man didn't know what to do, being this close he could have so easily leaned forward and kissed those succulent pouting lips, the temptation was mouth-watering. At the same time his mind was focusing on two other things that had grabbed his immediate attention. First his hands resting on her hips and his fingertips now just reaching the start of the swell at the top of her delicious ass. Secondly the two magnificently huge firm knockers that were now gently pressing into his chest.

"Y...you're welcome," he replied politely but clearly very nervously.

Mandy noticed his ever reddening face and, as she slowly stepped back from him she asked, "I know you don't I?"

"Er...y....yes yes," he replied sounding rather surprised. "I live behind you, er, m...my garden backs onto yours."

"Oh yes!" Mandy replied as if she now remembered. The truth was she had never known who lived in the house behind theirs, she had never really paid it much attention at all, but he clearly knew who she was.

They exchanged pleasantries for a few seconds, all the time the old boy was clearly embarrassed, he seemed to trip over his words as he tried to speak and his face grew redder by the second. The fact was the old man wasn't used to speaking to attractive young women especially ones that look like Mandy.

Soon the conversation dried up and they both turned away and gazed off out the window. Mandy couldn't help but wonder if he was excited by this brief and apparently innocent experience. She wondered what thoughts were really going through his mind, and if she had caused him to have any swelling down below.

Just then the bus stopped and a few people got off leaving a seat available next to where they were standing. Mandy pretended not to notice it and so the elderly man sat himself down next to some kid with headphones on in a world of his own staring out the window into the distance.

Now rather enjoying her teasing little game and feeling the urge to give the stranger a bit more of a thrill Mandy stood a little closer holding onto a ceiling strap with one hand. Turning away slightly she discreetly popped the third button on her blouse, the one under the most strain directly between her outward thrusting tits.

As she turned back to face him she appeared to casually gaze out of the window apparently unaware of her slight wardrobe malfunction. But as she glanced down at the old boy it was clear that he had noticed straight away. He fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat and, although he knew he could get caught at any minute, he couldn't help but take advantage of the situation and feast his eyes on the cock hardening spectacle.

She had positioned herself so her chest was directly in front of his face and just a matter of inches away. She knew he exactly what he could see, the pretty little red bow between the two huge 34GG black lace cups of her bra. Not only that but also, she felt sure, a small part of her deep cleavage. She felt so powerful and smug as she took a few quick glances down delighting in the gormless expression of complete wonderment all over his silly old face.

Then, as the bus went over a bump in the road, the huge pair bounced and swayed gently in their lacy confines giving the old man a treat that caused him to gulp down the excessive saliva welling in his mouth.

Just then the bus stopped and the guy sat by the window next to the old man stood up and got off the bus leaving the seat vacant.

"May I?" Mandy asked gesturing towards the empty seat.

"Oh yes, s..sorry," he quickly replied with an air of nervous embarrassment. It must have crossed his mind to let her clamber across him, but he couldn't, that would just be too obvious. Instead he shuffled across leaving his seat for the pretty young blond to sit down on.

Mandy now had another opportunity to exploit in her mission to mercilessly tease the old boy.

She sat so close that her thigh was hard up against his and then, acting all innocent, she crossed one leg over the other exposing the dark black band of her stocking top. This was too easy, she knew she had to be sending the poor old boys head into a spin. From the corner of her eye she could see him furtively glancing down every few seconds at the wonderfully sexy spectacle she was freely giving to him. With her hands clasped together on her lap she pretended not to realise, and as she gazed down the bus she was surprised by his next move, a move that confirmed what she was doing to him.

He seemed to have an itch as he scratched his knee quite vigorously for a few seconds. When he finished however he left his hand on his leg and it seemed to somehow "accidentally" slip down between them so the backs of his bony old fingers were now touching her stocking clad thigh. Mandy pretended not to notice but he was definitely trying to have a feel as his fingers moved slightly as if rubbing against the nylon.

Still she ignored what he was doing, he was now obviously excited as he lay his other hand in his lap directly over where he was undoubtedly having trouble with his swelling erection. As Mandy was now approaching her stop she decided to "notice" her unbuttoned blouse and subtly she fastened it back up.

With her little game now coming to an end Mandy readied herself to get off the bus. As she did she slid forward on the seat and, holding the back of the seat in front, paused a moment before getting to her feet. The old boy must have had a near heart attack because in that moments pause Mandy had exposed not only her stocking top, but also a portion of her bare thigh together with a length of black lace suspender strap. Then, feeling quietly smug, the naughty little tease got to her feet and left the bus.

As she began to walk the short distance to work she heard a woman's raised voice behind. A quick glance over her shoulder confirmed it was the old man's wife, they had got off at the same stop. She was giving him all sorts of grief over what had just happened. Although he was completely innocent of any wrong-doing it didn't seem to stop her from accusing him of all sorts.

Mandy slowed her pace to try and listen to what was being said. "You stupid pathetic old fool," she ranted, "I saw you drooling over that blond tart like an old pervert!" The old man just looked down at the ground mumbling some sort of apology.

"Tart?" Mandy thought to herself, "how dare she!"

Still it didn't take away the feeling of power that came with what she had just done, not to mention the slight turn-on of knowing the frustrated state she had probably left him in. Mandy smiled to herself as she imagined the pathetic sex starved old man alone later desperately poubding on his cock masturbating over the whole experience, even though it seemed pretty mild and innocent to her.

Anyway the events of her working day soon put the whole thing to the back of her mind. Until, that is, she was again on the bus heading home. She remembered that the old guy had said he lived in the house behind hers, and with it being Friday and with the whole weekend ahead of her she felt the teasing little devil within once again begin to stir.

When she got home she poured herself a glass of lemonade and went to sit out in the garden for a while before getting changed. With the sun still hot and the early evening breeze she relaxed back in her chair and decided to take a short while to just chill out.

Still dressed in her skirt and blouse and with her legs sheathed in the black stockings she decided to undo the top buttons of her blouse to catch some sun on her cleavage. She considered removing her stockings so her legs could get the sun too, but figured it wasn't worth bothering with as she would be getting changed to go out shortly anyway.

Sitting out on a reclining chair on the lawn she began to doze off in the heat of the sun. For about 20 minutes she sat there in that half arelax half awake state when she suddenly thought she heard a rustling sound coming from the bushes at the end of the garden. The pretty young blond listened for a moment before coming to the conclusion that it had to be birds.

After a few minutes she heard the noise again but still thought nothing of it. Looking down herself she undid another button on her blouse and spread it open revealing even more cleavage along now with the edge of her pretty black lace bra.

As she settled down to enjoy just another 5 minutes in the sun there was an almighty crash that sounded like something heavier than a bird hitting the fence and landing in the bushes. It was quickly followed by a strange groaning sound.

Mandy quickly leapt to her feet and went to see what all the commotion was about. The fence at the bottom of the garden was quite high but with the aid of a conveniently positioned rock she managed to peer over the top and down the other side.

"Oh my goodness!" Mandy exclaimed as she saw in a crumpled heap on the floor surrounded by broken bushes the old man she had met earlier. Laying across his chest was an old stepladder, he seemed to be in some pain. "Don't move!" She cried.

Without hesitation the kind hearted girl rushed as quickly as her stilettos would allow out into the street and around the corner to the old mans house. She rushed through the gate and into the garden where he had managed to crawl out from the bushes and onto the lawn.

As he lay there staring up at the sky he heard the "click click" sound of her heels on the garden path as she hurried over to him.

"Where does it hurt?" The concerned 20 year old asked.

"M...my leg," he groaned as he held the top of his thigh. "I...I think I've pulled something." His face was beaded with sweat and his expression was one of somebody in pain.

"I'll go and get your wife."

"She's not home, she's away now for the rest of the weekend," he replied.
"Oh no!" Mandy said, "okay let's see what we can do." She looked down unsure of what to do. "Look don't move it, I.....er, I know a little bit about massaging and muscles and stuff....perhaps I could try and massage it, would that help?"

"Erm....yes, th...that might help," he replied rather taken aback by her kind offer. "I'm sure it's only a muscle pull, it's got to be worth a try."

"Yes of course, let's have a look," she said as she knelt down on the soft grass beside him. She saw him looking at her chest with some obvious interest and it was then that she realised the top few buttons of her blouse were still undone. She was giving him a spectacular view of her incredible cleavage together with a glimpse of her lace bra.

Mandy then suddenly wondered what he was doing on a ladder at the fence. Was he spying on her? The absence of any gardening tools would certainly suggest so, perhaps this pathetic old codger wasn't quite as innocent as she would maybe have originally believed. She couldn't help but wonder, had he been playing with himself while spying on her? But it was a fleeting thought and she quickly put it out of her mind, he deserved the benefit of the doubt....but he had definitely been spying on her, she was sure of that.

Kneeling down she noticed she was displaying a portion of stocking top too. Just as she thought she should adjust her clothing that prick teasing little devil popped into her head. "Why not let him look, if it makes his day then what the hell," she thought to herself as she placed her soft hands gently onto his scrawny white knee.

This was suddenly turning into a golden opportunity to do some serious teasing, and without giving it too much thought Mandy decided that's exactly what she was going to do..........

The old man was still wearing the same baggy old khaki shorts and so she carefully began to feel her way under them and along his leg. "Tell me if I hurt you," she said in a kind caring tone.

"Er...y....yeah, yeah I will," he replied with that look on his face that Mandy had come to know so well. It was that same old look that she was now beginning to realise she delighted in seeing. Nervously he stroked his greasy grey hair with the palm of his hand in an attempt to keep it forward over his bald head, it wasn't really working as strands of it hung over his ears and down the back of his neck. This was one seriously unattractive man, but to the voluptuous young blond that just made him even more of a target for her fun and games.

Now she was in full cock teasing mode, and nobody did it better than Mandy. She knew exactly what she was doing as she felt her was along the inside of his thigh gently massaging as she went. His face was a picture, clearly lost in the whole experience he had no idea how obvious he was being as he just stared at her.

"Oh my name's Mandy by the way."

"Donald........or...or you can call me Don," came the somewhat distracted old mans reply.

"Oh, okay Don, well let's see if we can't help you with this pain.

To be honest the pain was the last thing on his mind as the beautiful 20 year olds hand teasingly felt its way higher and higher under his old shorts. Her touch was something he hadn't experienced in a very very long time. Couple this with the incredible display of her cleavage and stocking tops he couldn't control the inevitable reaction of his rapidly swelling cock.

Mandy could see he was enjoying it but continued to act all innocent as she slipped her fingers inside his thigh and started to gently rub it. His balls were only a few inches away yet still she manipulated and massaged further and further up. She knew exactly what she was doing. The old man had suddenly become very silent, the air was electric and Mandy noticed the lump growing inside his shorts.

"Is that helping?" She sweetly asked pretending to be unaware of the spectacular view she was giving him.

"Yea...." he squeaked before quickly clearing his throat, "yes, yes that's certainly helping."

"Good," she replied as she realised not only was her hand up his shorts, but also inside his equally baggy old boxers! This became obvious when she felt the back of her fingers brush against something. The old man gasped as if struggling to catch his breath and Mandy realised that what she was touching was his hairy old ball sack. It was only a light touch, one that she could easily pretend not to notice, but it was a touch none the less, and one that seemed to have the old man beginning to tremble with excitement.

Mandy continued for a few seconds massaging his inner thigh with the backs of her fingers lightly tickling his hairy old scrotum. As she moved her hand around she extended her little finger slightly causing its tip to stroke one of his balls.

"How's that?" She innocently asked, "any better?" The old guy was clearly thrilled by what she was doing, it was probably the biggest thrill he had had for many years. Unfortunately it left him incapable of speaking, all he could do was nod his perspiration covered head in agreement.

After a few more seconds of this merciless teasing she slowly withdrew her hand back down his skinny old leg. She figured that was just enough, she couldn't continue for fear that he might soon get the wrong idea.

She took this moment to suddenly look down at her gaping blouse. "Oh my word, look at me, oh how embarrassing!" She cried. With that she pulled her hand out from his shorts and, standing up, quickly began to button it back up.

Old Don felt the wave of disappointment wash over him, firstly at her removing her hand, and secondly at her doing her blouse back up, (although the tightness of her blouse stretched across those huge knockers looked almost as good). All was not lost however. He noticed that in standing astride him this way he could see straight up her skirt between her legs. Not caring now if she saw him looking or not it was clear this was an opportunity not to be missed. He could see the bare inner thighs above her stocking tops and with a slight duck of the head he could just see the triangle of black lace that was her panties.