Dirty Old Dog (1)

Dirty Old Dog (1)

“Why did you take it?” Mike asked, “All you had to do was ask.”

And that was the problem really. I was pretty sure if I had asked to borrow the money he would have let me but instead I just took it. Anything I said from here would just sound like an excuse. I was just so disgusted with myself. Mike was in his late sixties and vulnerable and I had robbed him

“I’m sorry Mike, “ I said “Really. I am. I can only say that I panicked when the bank threatened to take my house off me. It’s been hard keeping up with the bills since Gerry left. But thats no excuse for doing what I did.”

“I am so disappointed Rachel. I thought we were friends. Go home, I need to think. Come back in the morning.”

I got out of there as quickly as I could totally ashamed of myself. Mike was right. Since I had been brought in as his nurse we had become friends. It started out with me changing his dressing from a really bad cut he had received when he fell in the local park. He landed on a bottle that had cut almost to the bone and severely damaged his muscle. The hospital had stitched it up, and social services had asked me to do home visits three days a week, to tidy his house up and prepare meals for him. As I had trained as a nurse they also asked me to clean and change his dressing.

After a week of just chatting, Mike said he was the typical dirty old man and quite liked having a young bit of stuff to leer at. I had laughed at that and just said “Well you know what they say. ‘there is no harm in looking’ but no touching. Ok?”

“Ok. I promise.“ Mike said.

The banter was funny, and I had to admit I enjoyed teasing him verbally and with looks, because I knew that that’s all it was, just talk. Mike did like to push his luck though. When I first started doing his dressing he would wear a dressing gown and boxers, by the end of the second week he was only wearing the dressing gown. To make it easier for me, he said. What he really meant was it was easier for me to see his erection which I pointedly ignored

At the end of the second week Mike offered me some extra hours, and suggested if we tweeked the hours I could go round his six days a week. As I needed the extra cash I agreed. Seeing me even more brought us even closer, but I have to say, even though some of what he said was downright dirty, he never once tried to touch me, even when I was only inches away from his not inconsiderable erection which, I have to say I found quite complimentary, but also at times arousing. I put that down to not having had any sex since Gerry walked out six months ago, or even a boyfriend as I had been far to busy working

We had a daily routine. When Mike got up he would have a shower and don his dressing gown. When I arrived I would cook his full English breakfast for him, and while he ate it I would have a coffee and we would chat. Into the third week Mike suddenly asked, “Why don’t you ever wear a skirt?”

I was a bit taken aback as it just seemed to pop out of the blue. “I….Well….Lets be honest would it really be a sensible thing to do when I am only inches away for your erection every day.” I even shocked myself at that reply. It was just a defensive attack I think but it was very sharp. I regretted it the moment I said it.

Mike didn’t seem at all phased by my response. “Well I thought we trusted each other. Look but don’t touch. Remember. You just never really give me anything to look at.” He laughed as he finished, which did lighten the mood.

“Well lets see ok. Let me think about it.” I think deep inside I knew what I would do. I knew he wouldn’t touch me and I had enjoyed all the verbal attention, and the horny leering and even the daily site of his covered erection I found exciting. But I decided I would take it a step at a time. The following day I still wore my jeans but I wore a top that was thin enough to show the outline of my boobs and when I bent down it would move away from the body, not so low as he would get a look at my tits but low enough to maybe see some cleavage.

As I cleaned up I would steal glances at him smiling at whatever it was he saw. I dressed like that for a couple of days then I wore a mid length skirt. By now I was deliberately teasing him, but I knew he could only see slight glimpses. The banter however had got more and more sexually orientated and not as hidden as it was before. But not once did I feel unsafe. By the end of the week I was wearing short skirts and low cut tops. If he was lucky he could probably see my panties and I know for a fact he could see my boobs because I would linger as I bent over in front of him looking him straight in the face. Of course the banter was now almost totally sexual but I still knew that it was just banter and it did make for a really friendly atmosphere.

At home the bills were beginning to get out of hand. I needed to get my hands on some moneys so I went to one of those payday loan places and borrowed £200 at a ridiculous interest rate, but had to pay the gas and electric or they would cut me off. Come payday of course I got a letter from the bank about the mortgage arrears so I had to pay that. I was desperate, I knew the payday loan would get out of hand if I didn’t pay it. I thought of asking Mike for a loan but was too ashamed to play on our friendship, and a little scared of what he may want in return. Or at least that’s what I told myself. I knew where Mike stashed his money and I thought if I borrowed enough to pay off the loan I could put the money back at the end of the week and Mike would never know. But life never works out like that doe’s it? As Mike hadn’t noticed the missing money I convinced myself he wouldn’t know if I borrowed some more, or some more. But of course he did and that is why I am in the situation I am in now.

If Mike called the police, and I was convicted of robbing a pensioner that I was supposed to be caring of, then I had no doubt I would go to prison. I was in serious trouble.

The following morning I arrived for work as normal. As I walked in Mike thrust a piece of A4 into my hand “Read this while your cooking my breakfast then if you have any questions we can discuss it while I eat.”

I read the document as he suggested and when ready I took his breakfast into him and sat with my usual coffee. “Before we discuss anything you need to know that the camera behind me is running and will record this conversation in it’s entirety.” The camera in question was one of those viewcam things.

I took the time to glance at it but I was angry “What is this?” I asked waving the paper at him

“That is, hopefully, an agreement between you and I. If you agree to it then not only will I not call the police but I will endeavour to assist you in your financial difficulties. Not by paying you any more money but by making a financial plan for you to follow.”

“It says about sexual contact and stuff. What do you mean by that are you going to blackmail me into fucking you or some thing.”

“Now that is the exact reason we need to have a signed agreement.” He said, “I am 67 years old and have been admiring your body for quite some time as well you know. But lets be honest just how much activity do you think I am capable of. That just means that if I grope your tits then your not going to shout ‘sexual assault’. It means that you are happy for me to do it and that you are giving your consent.”

“And that’s all it is?” She asked

“Of course. Like I said I am not fit enough for much more. And you know your safe with me don‘t you?”

“Well you have been very good I have to admit. Never taken advantage of the situation. And if I agree you wont call the police?”

“If you agree I will have no need to will I?”

“Just the odd grope now and then?”

“Just as it say’s in the contract.”

“Ok I don’t want any more problems so I will sign it. It can‘t be half as bad as would happen in prison I suppose.”

“Good. Now look into the camera and read it out loud then sign it. That way we have a visual and written record to say that you are signing it of your own free will.”

She looked in to the camera and started to read:



I Rachel Burrows do hereby admit that I stole a large sum of money from Mr Mike Harvey.

As I am unable to pay back the stolen money, I agree to pay back the sum in the following manner.

1) I will willingly undertake all and any sexual favours requested of me by Mr Harvey. I will do this openly and without reservation giving my full and unreserved consent to all and any sexual activity that he chooses.



2) I agree, without reservation to dress and act at all times according to Mr Harvey’s wishes

3) I grant permission for Mr Harvey to take as many photos and videos of me as he wishes, be they dressed or nude, sexual or non sexual and grant him full and soul copyright of any such images and videos.

4) I sign this agreement and consent contract on the understanding that if I fail to adhere to the above terms in any way I will forfeit my property to Mr Harvey in payment of all the money I owe him and as compensation for the inconvenience I have caused him.

I sign this agreement freely, unconditionally and without reservation

Rachel Burrows

Once I had read it I looked at him hesitantly and then slowly signed. It was pointless trying to get out of it anyway as I knew I couldn’t repay him, and after all he wasn’t asking for much. Was he?“

He took the document off the table and put it into a box beside his chair. Then he pulled open his dressing gown. For the very first time I saw his full erection in all it‘s massive glory, slowly throbbing as it pointed eagerly in my direction.

“Suck it.” He ordered, “And swallow.”

“But…. I can….you said touching, not….that.”

“I believe the agreement was any and all sexual activities. The agreement also states if you refuse, not only do you go to prison but I take possession of everything you own. Your arse your cunt your mouth belong to me to use as I see fit. Now suck my cock and be happy your not going to prison.”

“You bastard. You conned me.”

“And you stole from me. Now do as your fucking told. Suck my fucking cock.”

He lay back in his armchair smiling as I hesitantly moved between his spread legs. I looked at that throbbing erection, slowly taking it in my hand guiding it towards my open mouth. I wanted to be sick. I had only ever done this once with Gerry and I hated it. But what choice did I have. I started off slowly, and deciding that the sooner it was over the better. I soon got into a rhythm. He put his hand on my head and pushed me further onto that throbbing member. His breathing was getting faster and I knew he was close to coming. I readied to pull it out of my mouth. There was no way I was going to swallow it like he demanded .