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Working in a nursing home wasn’t my dream job. But it was something that I was okay with, something that wasn’t killing me and the place I landed in, the workmates were nice, the old people were more than just okay and it wasn’t too far away from the place I was living in.

But overall, after ten years in the company, thirty five year old me got slightly bored in his job. I just knew mostly everything I had to do, I had done it all countless time and so work itself became boring.

Luckily there were the people I had to take care off, that I had to deal with. Sometimes it just was fun listening to their tales from back then. Sometimes it was demanding to cheer them up. And sometimes it was hard to watch them die. But the last one just was an unavoidable part of working in a nursing home.

But one, the day she moved in, things got more interesting again. She was around seventy years old. She was in good shape, she still was living an active life and she moved into one of our prime suites, in one of our penthouse suites on the top floor.

Those suites are pretty expensive, they have some premium service and yes, they bring in a lot of money. Money that keeps the whole nursery home afloat and helps us keeping prices affordable while providing the people living in our institution the best service, the best food and the best everything we can.

Yes, the place I was working was not one of those places that just was built to make the biggest profit anyhow efficient. One of those asshole institutions that don’t give a damn about the people living inside and just see them as way to make money. We really cared about the people.

I am drifting off, back to her. She could afford the best place in the nursing home because she had her rent as a former teacher and plenty of money from her deceased husband who was a successful local company owner. She even was a minor celebrity in town. And she had no children, so she decided to make the best out of her money.

And the first thing was moving to a place with a twenty four hour hotel service that had more than just a little bit experience in taking care of elderly people. Because despite the fact that she was in excellent shape for her age, she knew that she wasn’t getting any younger.

But that not having to take care about her household anymore was only one reason why she had moved into a nursing home. The second, and probably bigger one, was that she was afraid of being alone. Her husband had passed away, she had no children, no other relatives that were living close by and her friends, the slowly but steadily began to literally die off.

After she had moved in, things began to change. She quickly put herself into a position of authority. But she did it in a good way. She motivated the other people living in the place to move their asses. She talked with them, she helped them out, she even was helping out the staff by just being there for those in need. She got more than just trendy with staff and the population in a short amount of time.

And nope, she wasn’t spending all of her time in the nursing home. She still went out a lot, to meet up with other friends. To do some hiking, to go for a swim or to have a cup of coffee in a local coffee shop. She still had a life up and running.

When she called me into her suite one day, I was on night shift, I wasn’t thinking that much about it. She had called me into her place on countless occasions before. She mostly just needed some business when she called for me. We then were talking about our lives, our pasts, our past relationships – yes, I was single back then, so was she – and about everything else.

And to be honest, I liked it when she called for me. I knew that there were no real tough problems waiting for in her room. I just liked spending some time with her, talking with her, and well, checking out her body while doing so. Because when it was dark outside, when she was at home and calling for me, she most likely was wearing some revealing night gown.

But in that night that I will never forget things were a little bit different. She wasn’t just wearing a revealing night gown, she was dressed in some lingerie. A set of lingerie mostly made out of leather. She had tied her still long but totally grey hair to the back of her head, she had put on some very red lipstick and she was wearing some high boots that went up to the knee.

The moment I saw her sitting on a chair next to the table in her living room – yes, her place had a living room, a bedroom, a bathroom, a balcony and even a small kitchen counter – my jaw dropped to the ground. Her looks blew me away. I had to stare. I even forgot to close the entry door behind me. She was kind enough to remind me about it.

After I had closed the door she asked me one simple question: “Do I still have it in me?”

The hard one between my legs said yes. She looked beautiful, hot and just blew me away. So I nodded with my head. She kept on going: “Am I still that hot that I can make a man lose the ability to speak?”

Once more I nodded with my head. A enormous pleased smile appeared on her face. Then she squeezed her boobs for me: “I bet you want to play with them.”

For the third time in a row my head went up and down. To my surprise I was able to open my mouth: “I’d love too.”

A slightly devilish expression appeared on her face: “You think that you are good enough, you think that you deserve to play with my boobs?”

I again nodded with my head: “Yes, I am.”

She kept on going. With a more than just a little bit annoyed undertone in her voice: “I doubt that. You don’t even know how to address me in a proper way.”

I must admit, I was a little bit confused. It took me some time to count one and one together. But once my brain had pulled that stunt, a smile appeared on my face and my dick might have gotten a little bit harder. Then I opened my mouth: “Sorry ma’am, my fault. It won’t happen again.”

When she heard the “ma’am” coming out of my mouth a somewhat pleased expression appeared on her face: “I see, not everything is lost with you.”

This time I wasn’t nodding with my head. I opened my mouth and gave her an answer: “Yes, ma’am. I will try my best to not disappoint you again.”

She was pleased with my answer. Then she gave me my first task: “How about you getting out of your clothes for me. I feel like taking a closer look on you.”

About a minute or two later I was naked. I carefully put my clothes away, then I went back to the place I had been standing before I began to undress myself. And yes, my hard one was pointing towards her.

Then she came closer, she inspected me form tip to toe. My balls and my dick were the last part of my body she took a look at. When she did, she was licking her lips: “Not bad. I am impressed. But that disgusting erection of yours, I fear we have to get rid of it.”

A shiver drove through my horny body when she told me that my boner had to go away. I was curious how she would solve that issue. And without giving away too much, her solution was let’s say a more innovative one.

After giving me some time to think, to fantasize she gave me my next order: “Go over to the dresser over there. In the top drawer you will find a bottle of lube and some disposable gloves. Be so kind and bring them over to me.”

I confirmed her order with a “Yes, ma’am” and then I went over to the dresser. Then I opened up the top drawer. I couldn’t believe my own eyes. The whole drawer was filled with sex toys. It took me some while to discover the lube and the gloves in there. And damn it, some of her toys were enormous.

Once I had found what she had told me to bring I headed back over to here. I handed her the gloves and the lube, she thanked me for my service, then she gave me another order: “Please lay down on my bed. Pull your legs as far behind your head as anyhow possible. Expose your little asshole for me.”

Inner me was smiling. She was planing to stick something up my ass. Probably while she was jerking off my rock hard dick, maybe she even was gonna squeeze my balls a little bit. To get the last drop of cum out of them.

But she did not. Once I was in position, there was already a towel laying on her bed, she was prepared, she sat down on the bed next to me. Then she put on a set of gloves. Then she grabbed the lube. She lubed up one of her fingers, then she poured some on my asshole, then a first finger went up my ass.

A moan escaped my throat when it happened. It felt good, she went in gentle and she gave me some time to adjust to the sensation of it. Then her finger went in out of my tight dirty hole. I was moaning out always.

Then a second finger went up my ass. Then a third one. Meanwhile she gave me hard and deep thrusts. One after the other. Her doing felt nothing but good. And too my surprise, my dick stayed hard. Pre cum was more or less running out of it. And so far, no one had touched my hard one.

More and more tension built up inside me with every well paced thrust she gave me. It felt good, then her fingers went in and out, then it felt even better. I began to drift off. My eyes were running in circles.

But all of a sudden she stopped. She stopped finger fucking my tight asshole. She was searching for my prostate. And it didn’t took her long to discover it. Yes, it was clearly no first time for her.

Then she massaged my p spot. It felt good. And the longer she had her fingers on that magic spot, the better it felt. Without even touched once I felt something building up in my rock hard pre cum spitting dick.

She kept on going for some time. The sensation up my ass, the sensation inside my dick got more and more intense. My moaning was filling the room, my eyes were running in circles, my brain was off, I was gone elsewhere.

Then she decided to finish me off. She took my glans into her mouth, she sucked on it for some time. I all felt awesome. Fuck, it felt so damn good.

Shortly after my dick went inside her mouth I came. My aching balls unloaded themselves into her mouth. My body was trembling. I was gone for some time.

When I came to my senses again, when I finally opened up my eyes, I looked into her smiling face. She looked me in the eyes. The moment she saw that my eyes were open, she came closer to my face. Then we shared a passionate kiss. While kissing, she pressed my own cum into my mouth.

Once all of my cum, or at least most of it, was inside my mouth, she stopped kissing me. She pulled back. She looked me in the eyes. With a dead serious expression on her face: “Swallow your filth.”

I swallowed every last drop of it. I even opened up my mouth to show her that I had swallowed every last drop of my cum. When she saw that my mouth was empty, a enormous smile appeared on her face: “Yes, you have potential.”

Then she told me to get dressed again. I asked her if I should return the favor, if I should make her cum too, she politely declined. She told me that it was okay. She told me that making someone cum good, while being in control, is more satisfying to her than most orgasms.

And for the last time that night, I nodded with my head. Then I got dressed again, and I left her suite. I went back into the staff room. Where I spent the rest of the night – I had to get out a few times to take care of someone or something – thinking about her up in the suite, thinking about what incredible hot thing she had done with me. And well, luckily it was a first time, not a last time.

NSFW: yes

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