© Copyright. Dusky Fullerton 2021
This is the work of fiction. Any resemblance to people or situation or place is purely coincidental.
CHAPTER ONE
A long time ago I met Mr Snyder. At that time his age was close to 65 years. He had a white beard, and he wore glasses with black frames. He was a very wise man.
I used to do cleaning work in his office. It wasn’t difficult work because the office was very small and it only took me ten minutes to clean every day.
Mr Snyder taught me many things about life. He told me how important it is to take care of yourself, and how important it is to be happy. He also said that you should never give up on anything you want to achieve.
“If you are willing to learn,” he told me, “you can accomplish anything.”
After I started working for him, he began to teach me other things too. He always encouraged me to try new things.
I still remember the first day. Mr Synder was sitting in his chair reading a newspaper. When he saw me come into the room he looked at me with a smile. Then he put down the paper and asked me what my name was. I answered, “My name is Jane”.
He smiled again and said, “Good morning, Jane. You’re a hard worker, aren’t you?”
I just nodded my head.
He asked me to clean his office. I lifted my saree to my knees and began to dust the desk. As I worked, Mr Snyder walked around the room and watched me. After a while he sat behind his desk and started talking to me.
“You know, Jane,” he said, “I’m really pleased with your work. Your cleaning has been perfect. If I didn’t have so much paperwork to do, I would hire you as an assistant.”
I just stared at him, not knowing what to say.
He continued, “How old are you, Jane?”
I told him I was 29 years old.
We chit-chatted for a while. He was very open-minded. He told me that he lived alone in the house, and that he hadn’t married or had any children. He explained that he’d always wanted to marry and have kids, but he didn’t think he could find anyone who would share his values.
Then he told me, “Jane, if you ever decide to get married, let me know. I’ll make sure you meet someone nice.”
I thought he was joking at first, but then I realized he meant what he said.
“Thank you, sir,” I said.
Mr Snyder stood up from his chair and walked over to me. He put his hands on my shoulders and gave me a big tip.
“You’re a good girl, Jane,” he said.
After I left his office, I felt like crying. I knew that Mr Snyder cared about me. He was a kind and generous person. I agreed to clean his apartment as well. I cleaned everything, even though it was a little messy.
One day while I was cleaning his home, my saree slipped exposing my breasts. I did not pay attention as I never thought Mr Synder would view me sexually. He was sitting on his bed watching TV.
When I noticed that he was looking at me, I quickly covered my chest with my arms. I was embarrassed. I told myself that it was not my fault. I had no idea that he would look at me that way.
Mr Snyder looked at me with a smile. I just smiled back at him and went to continue cleaning.
After I finished, he invited me to sit next to him on the bed. We talked for a while. I felt awkward, but I tried my best to act natural.
He kept asking me questions.
“Are you married?”
“No.”
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
“No.”
He asked me all kinds of questions. Some were personal, some weren’t. He seemed genuinely interested in me.
He asked me if I liked my job. I told him I did.
All this while he stared at my breasts. Despite his age I could see he felt very horny and wanted to fuck me. He kept looking at them, smiling as if in admiration or perhaps hunger. My nipples were hard and I knew they must be visible through the thin material of my blouse. It was so embarrassing!
I finished my job and left for the day. I didn’t want to have sex with him, but I also didn’t want him to know that. That day we didn’t talk much. When I got home, I changed into a more comfortable nightie and went to bed. The next morning I woke up early, before he did. I took a shower and then made myself some coffee.
Next day when I went his home, he was sitting on a chair as if waiting for me. He hadn’t gone to office that day. I found him constantly ogling at my breasts. I started cleaning his house as usual. But there was no conversation going on. All the time he was staring at my boobs. At one point, I thought he would touch them. He even reached out and brushed against them. But he didn’t do anything else. I continued cleaning the house, thinking about what to do.
I too decided to play along. I needed money and though he was old, he was rich by my standards. I started talking to him bit freely. His questions were subtly sexual, but not overtly so. I talked about my husband, my family and other things. I asked him how old he was. He told me he was in his sixties. I said it’s a good age to retire. He laughed and said no, he wasn’t ready yet. I asked why not? He said he had something planned. I asked what? He said he would tell me later.
He asked me if I would like to become his friend. I promptly said yes. We chatted about our families, hobbies and interests. After a few hours, he ordered lunch for us from nearby restaurant. We ate together. During the meal, he was again staring at my breasts. He kept touching himself under the table. I pretended not to notice.
I too positioned my saree in such a way that it gave him ample opportunity to look at my cleavage. He kept staring and smiling, but he didn’t touch me. I was feeling very uncomfortable. He didn’t say anything either.
After the lunch, he suggested I should come over tomorrow. I agreed. The next day, I went over to his house as usual. As soon as I entered, he greeted me warmly and asked me to sit down. He offered me coffee and I accepted. He sat beside me.
Now we used to chat freely. We used to talk for hours. I found a very good friend in Mr Snyder. Sometimes when I sat beside him, he would caress my cheeks and I could see a bulge forming in his pants. I did not have any objection to this because he helped me financially too.
I was pleased that he had made the coffee himself, for me. I was still wondering what his plan was. But I knew that he was horny as hell. He was constantly looking at my boobs. He began the conversation casually, asking about my life and my family. Then he asked me what I liked doing most. I replied that I enjoyed watching movies. He asked me what kind of movies I watched. I told him I loved to watch horror with a tinge of sex. He laughed and said he loved those too.
Then he asked me if I ever fantasized about being fucked by someone older than me. His question took me by surprise. He was quite bold.
I answered that I did. I told him I had always been curious about sex with an older man. I didn’t mention anything about my husband, because I didn’t want to reveal my identity.
He smiled and said he understood. He told me that he had a huge collection of porn videos. Would I like to see them? I hesitated. I felt shy. He asked me if I would prefer to watch them alone or with him. I hesitated, not knowing what to say. Finally, I told him that I would rather watch them with him.
He nodded and stood up. He walked towards his bedroom. I followed him. He turned around and asked me to close the door behind me.
I closed the door and waited. He opened his closet and took out a box from inside. He handed it to me. I opened it and saw several video cassettes.
He sat on his bed and started playing one of the tapes. It was titled The Prom Night’. I was watching it with rapt attention. Mr Snyder was wearing only his shorts and shirt. A young girl was sucking his cock. The girl was in her mid-teens. She was kneeling on the floor and the old man was standing above him, stroking his cock. The girl looked up at the old man and moaned in pleasure. The old man knelt down and pushed the girl’s head onto his cock. The girl started sucking the old man’s cock. She licked and sucked his balls. He held her hair and pulled her face closer to his cock. The girl was moaning continuously now. Her tongue was moving all over his cock. The old man was grunting and groaning. Suddenly he grabbed the girl’s head and pushed his cock into her mouth. She gagged. The old man was laughing. He removed his cock from her mouth and slapped her on her cheek. The old man pushed her down on the ground. He got on top of her and started fucking her.
From the corner of my eyes I looked at Mr Snyder. He was breathing heavily, and his face was red. The sweat on his forehead glistened in the light from the window. His lips were moving slightly as he whispered something to himself.
I was sitting a few feet away from him. Slowly I opened two buttons of my blouse and began to moan softly. My breasts came into view and Mr Snyder’s eyes widened. I knew that if I didn’t stop soon he would come over and try to do something about it. I closed my eyes again and continued to move back and forth across the couch, letting out soft little moans.
After a few minutes, I felt his hand gently brush against my cheeks. It was warm and moist. He reached down and grabbed one of my nipples through my bra. “Mmmm,” I said, as he started to twist it around.
“You’re such a tease,” he said, panting.
He leaned forward and opened the remaining buttons of my blouse. My breasts were freely hanging in the air. He sucked my nipple between his lips. I groaned loudly. He licked up and down, flicking his tongue over it, then moved onto the other breast. I groaned again, louder this time. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter.
Mr Snyder released my breast with a pop and stood up. He pulled me off the couch and pushed me against the wall. He put his hands on my hips and lifted them up. He bent his head down and took my left nipple into his mouth. I groaned again. His right hand slid down my stomach and grabbed my ass. He squeezed hard. I gasped for breath.
“Oh God!” I cried. “Please don’t! Not there!”
He ignored me. His mouth was sucking on my nipple now. I felt my legs weaken. I tried to pull them together but he kept pulling me apart. I couldn’t help myself; I started to grind my pussy against his leg. I whimpered. He stopped sucking and let go of my nipple. Then he grabbed my hair and forced my head back.