The Dirty Old Man

In my thirties and early forties I was reasonably good looking, kept myself in pretty good shape and had the confidence that enabled me to do well with the ladies. Rarely a week went by when I didn't have a bed partner, or sometimes two, and it was never difficult to find one to have a short long-term relationship with. I think the longest ran just over five months, but then she was a rare lady.

My relationships had never been long for the same reason I never married - I could not stand living with anyone else. The relationship would start out great and then the personal habits and idiosyncrasies would come out, irritate the hell out of me and things would be said and soon my current paramour would go stomping out the door in a huff. I never cared because there were always more where they came from. And then one day there weren't!

In my mid-forties arthritis began showing up in various parts of my body and soon I wasn't able to jog or work out at the gym anymore. I was still living the good life so the weight started building up. Then I started losing my hair. An accident with a plate glass window left me with a jagged scar running down my left cheek and suddenly there I was - old, fat, bald and ugly. But God does have a sense of humor and after seeing to it that I could no longer attract women he increased my sex drive - not a usual occurrence in men over fifty - instead of having it decrease as is usually the case. Suddenly I wanted more sex than I'd had in my thirties and forties. I wanted, needed, and couldn't get.

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For a year or so hookers and masturbation saw to the physical aspect, but prostitutes and hand jobs couldn't take care of the emotional part. Fortunately I was able to sink my excess energy into my business and in the end my business was my salvation. Barb had been with me for thirty years and she was calling it quits. At sixty-two she had decided that all she really wanted to do was spend the rest of her life spoiling her grandchildren. She agreed to stay long enough to break in her replacement and I set out to find one. I put an add in the paper and the morning the add hit the street a young woman walked in the front door and I became a dirty old man.

Charlene was twenty-five, a newly wed, new in town and looking for a job. She was a combination of the girl next door and the woman in red; it just depended on how you were looking at her at the time. I knew that I was going to hire her as soon as I saw her regardless of her qualifications for the job because she had the only qualification that I was interested in - she gave good hard on! I gave her the job and turned her over to Barb to train. In two days Barb came to me and told me that Charlene was fully qualified and didn't need any more training and then she took off for Florida and her grand babies.

As soon as she was out the door I began to plan the bedding of the young newly wed. There was no way I was going to be able to seduce her, not looking like I did, so the only course left open to me would be to take her. But I needed to take her in a way that would that would keep me out of jail and in a way that would see to it that I could have her whenever I wanted her.

It didn't take a lot of thought to come up with a plan. Drug her, fuck her and take pictures that made it look like she was doing it willingly and then threaten to show them around if she didn't cooperate in the future. Simple plan, right? Not really. Just try and find a drug that will do the trick! Oh they are out there all right, but just try coming up with them. I spent a month trying to find something and came up with nothing. I even went over to the college campus and talked to a couple of guys. They thought I was an undercover NARC and couldn't get away from me fast enough and then one afternoon, as I was sipping a beer in a bar just down the street from my shop, I got lucky and it fell right into my lap.

Two men came into the bar for a cold one or two and they took the two stools to my right. I overheard snatches of their conversation and it sounded like they were salesman for a drug manufacturer. When one of them got up to go to the bathroom I turned to the other and said, "You sound like you are in the drug business and I wonder if you could satisfy my curiosity about something. Are there really date rape drugs and things like Spanish Fly or are they just urban myths?"

"Well, Spanish Fly is a myth although there is something on the street now that does pretty much what Spanish fly was supposed to do. Its called Ecstasy. And there really are date rape drugs. That wasn't really the purpose behind their development, but as with most everything there is a good use and a bad use. Why do you want to know?"

"Just curious. There are a couple of secretary's where I work that I would really like to plank and I was talking with a guy I work with about it. He laughed and told me that the only way I would ever get to them would be to drug them. I'd forgotten the conversation until I heard you talking to your friend."

"Would you do it if you could?"

"I don't really know. I mean fantasizing is one thing, but actually doing it? I don't know. But it doesn't matter because I wouldn't have a clue as to what I'd need or how to get it."

His buddy came back, they had one more beer and then they left. A couple of minutes later the guy I had been talking to came back in and handed me a small envelope. "There's enough in here to do both of them a half a dozen times. Grind up one pill and mix it in alcohol. It takes about twenty minutes to go to work, but then it will disorient them for up to forty-five minutes. They will be semi-aware of what is going on, but not able to do anything about it. Good luck" and he turned and left.

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The next day I called Charlene into the office. "Would you have any objection to having a working lunch with me once a week? We could talk over lunch and not be constantly interrupted by ringing telephones."

"I think that's a great idea, it would be all right with me."

"Good. We will do the first one tomorrow."

Things went smoothly. We sat, ate and actually did get some business done and then Charlene stood up and went to the ladies room. That gave me the opportunity I had been hoping for and I took out the small glass vial that held the previously ground up pill and I dumped it in her wine and mixed it well. Fifteen minutes later Charlene dropped her fork and in reaching for it she knocked over her water glass.

"Are you okay?"

She looked at me and mumbled, "Strange - I feel strange. I feel woozy."

I motioned to the waiter for the check and then I got Charlene out of her chair, "Here, let me help. We'll get you to a place where you can lie down."

I helped her into the elevator and took up to the room that I had rented that morning and once inside I put her down on the bed. I went over and started the two pre-positioned video cameras and then I went back to the bed and started undressing Charlene. She was in a fog, but not quite out of it and she mumbled, "What are you doing?"

"I called a doctor and he told me to get you out of your tight fitting clothes and make you comfortable until he can get here. Lift your hips so I can pull off your skirt. Good girl, now your blouse. Lift your shoulder for me. That's it. Next your bra."

"You'll see my titties if you do that. Should you be looking at my titties? I don't think you're supposed to do that. I think only my husband can do that. My husband likes my titties."

"I'm sure he does and I'm sure that I'll like them too."

"No. Only my husband can like my titties."

"Hush now. We need to get your panties off before the doctor gets here. Lift your hips for me."

I stepped back and looked down at the sexy young wife and my cock was harder than it had been for years. I quickly stripped and Charlene giggled, "Are you getting ready for the doctor too?" I climbed on the bed next to her and worked a finger into her tight little pussy and she gave a little moan and said, "What are you doing?"

"Taking your temperature. The doctor wants to know how hot you are. This is a digital thermometer," I said as I slid two fingers in her. I worked them around for a little bit and she moaned. Then I swung over her and pushed the head of my cock against her pussy.

Charlene looked up at me with a bewildered expression, "Are you supposed to be doing that? I thought only my hus..." and the rest of what she was going to say was lost in a moan as my cock split the lips of her pussy and started on it's way in. Her head tossed and turned from side to side as I had my way with her. Her body was responding and when I came for the first time she had her legs wrapped around me.

The key was to keep her going until the pill wore off so that the video would show her responding to whatever I did. What would happen when she became fully aware wouldn't matter because I would edit out that part. After I came I pulled out and changed positions so that I could shove my cock in her mouth. As I pushed past her lips I said, "Clamp your lips tight on the thermometer baby and let me take your temperature."

She didn't fight it so on tape it was going to look like she was willingly giving me a blow job. I played with her tits while I fucked her face and then I changed positions again and went down on her. Again, she didn't push me away so it looked like she was a willing partner and she was in a way. I felt her tongue lick my cock once or twice. It was probably unintentional, but it sent an electric shook through my cock and it suddenly was hard again.

I fucked her for the second time and as I pounded into her legs came up and locked behind mine, her nails dug into my ass, and she kept saying "Oh oh oh oh oh" as I drove into her. I came for the second time and immediately swung into the sixty-nine position and began eating her pussy again. This time I felt her tongue on my dick and I shifted position just a little so my cock was right over her mouth and then I pushed down. Her mouth opened and she took me in and while she didn't suck me I could feel her tongue moving around as reflex more than anything else, but it did get me hard again.

I was fucking Charlene for the third time and I was looking down into her face when I saw the beginnings of awareness returning. I quickly got up and tore down the video cameras and put them away and then I got back on the bed and went back to fucking her. I was banging away when a slightly disoriented, but angry voice said, "What...are...you...doing?"

I ignored her and kept pounding in to her.

"What...are...you...doing...to...me? How...did...you...get...there?"

Again I ignored her and kept on fucking her pussy as hard as I could.

"What is going on? You bastard, you rotten bas...oh god, oh god oh god oh sweet Jesusssss" and she had an orgasm. Her nails were dug into my ass and her feet were beating a tattoo on the back of my legs and still I kept pounding away. I had already cum twice so the third time was going to take a little bit of time and I was determined that I was going to finish.

Charlene was beating on my chest with her hands, "Get off me, god damnit, get off me." She tried to twist and turn and get out from under me, but I was too heavy. She kept beating on my chest with her hands and cursing me. "Stop it god damn you, stop it. Get your fat ass off me" but all I did was bang harder. And then just as I was about to cum the little hands stopped beating on me and grabbed my ass. Her legs hooked behind me and she began screaming, "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh god don't stop now, god damn you don't stop" but it was too late and I blew. "No, no, damn you no, not yet, please god not yet."

I might be an asshole, but I can sometimes be a considerate one. I pulled away from her even as she clutched at me and tried to pull me back down and I went down on her and buried my face in the mess that I had made and attacked her 'little man in the boat'. Her hands grabbed my bald head and pulled me against her.

"Oh yes, god damn you yes, oh sweet Jesus" and she had the most massive orgasm that I had ever seen and I kept eating her until she let go of my head and fell back onto the bed.

I sat on the edge of the bed and watched her dress. She didn't look over at me until she was ready to leave the room. "Whatever personal things that I have in the office just throw in the trash. I won't be setting foot in that place again."

"You have to."

"I have to what?"

"Come back to the office."

"Why?"

"We need to discuss the video that my friend shot before he left."

"You really are a rotten bastard, aren't you?"

"A man's got to do what a man's got to do."

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The next morning Charlene was right on time for work. She came into my office, sat down and said, "Okay, now what?"

I showed her the edited video tape. "I'm not greedy. Two or three times a week will be enough. Right here on the desk will be fine, but if you prefer I will get us a room."

"Or the tape goes to my hubby, right?"

I shrugged and said nothing. She knew that I had her. All I had to do now was wait until she caved in. She stared at me in silence for a bit and then she said, "I may look like a sweet young innocent bimbo, but I have a surprise for you. Blackmail can be a two edged sword. When you mentioned video I knew immediately what you were up to. When I left the room yesterday I went to the hospital emergency room and said that I had been raped. They performed the full rape victim examination on me including taking sperm samples and a toxicology screen for drugs. They have proof that I was drugged and they have your DNA. You are toast you fat bastard. The only reason you aren't behind bars right now is that I told the police that I couldn't remember much about it. The doctor told them that it was not uncommon for a rape victim to have temporary amnesia. What we have to do now is figure out what it will take to keep my memory from returning. It goes without saying that the appearance of a video tape will trigger total recall, but what else is it going to take to keep my memory cloudy?"

I sat there and looked at her and I could feel the sweat running down the back of my neck as I waited for her to twist the knife some more.

"Yesterday you told me that you weren't greedy, but I sorry to have to tell you that I am. Here is the deal, it comes in two parts and neither one is negotiable. Part A is that you have twenty-four hours to sign over to me fifty percent of your business and sign a rights of survivor agreement - if either of us dies the other partner inherits the business. Oh, before you think of it, if I should have an untimely death my will says that the police are to get the contents of my safety deposit box and we wouldn't want that, now would we? Part B is what saved your ass fat man. I got so turned on when you ate my cum filled pussy that I had the most intense orgasm of my life and I want it to happen again. My husband fucked me twice this morning and his juices are still in me."

She got up and walked over to my desk. She stepped out of her panties, raised her skirt to her waist and sat down on the edge of the desk. "My husband fucks me every morning fat man - it's a newly wed thing - and every morning I am going to come in here and you are going to eat him out of me. Do a good job and I might just let you fuck me again some day. So fat man, what's it to be, deal or jail?"

I looked at her sitting there, legs spread and with a little pearl of cum resting between her pussy lips. I really didn't have any choice and we both knew it. I got up and went to my knees in front of her and just before I stuck out my tongue to lap up the little pearl of cum I looked up and saw her smiling down at me.

"Do a good job partner, keep me happy. Keep me very, very happy."