Dirty Old Men

Dirty Old Men


“You’ll go blind if you keep doing that!” I laughed at the dirty old man as he lay on his bed stroking his cock to hardness as I pulled the soiled sheets off the other bed in the room.

“But I wouldn’t go blind if you did it for me then?” The old man chuckled as he raised his hips so I could get a clearer look as he cupped his wrinkly ball sack with one hand and rubbed his cock as fast as possible with the other.

I just shook my head and smiled.

“Come on Gail,” he pleaded, “it’ll be much nicer if a gorgeous young woman was doing this.”

“Bugger off, you dirty old sod!” I chided him as I bent across the bed to tuck the sheet under the mattress.

“Ding-dong!” Charlie sniggered, “That’s more like it girl!”

I slowly stood up when I realised that he had been looking at my knickers up my blue nurses’ uniform.

“Ooh…if you’d only been wearing stockings and sussies I’d be finished by now!” Charlie hooted as he continued tugging at his stiff cock.

“Stop it!” I repeated myself, “You’re too old to be doing that.”

“When I’m too old to appreciate a sexy arse like yours; that’ll be the day that they carry me out of this bloody place.” Charlie sighed. He looked tired now and seemed unable to finish himself off.

To tell you the truth I was always a little bit flattered and turned on when Charlie or The Major, who shared a room with him, flashed their cocks or groped me when I was looking after them.

“Look,” I whispered conspiratorially, “you know I can’t do anything like that…I’d get the sack.”
“But you’d like to!” he grinned as his cock began to stiffen again, “wouldn’t you?”

“Charlie….” I sighed as I sat next to him on the bed, “I can’t…I shouldn’t…” my fingers were now caressing his withered dick until it jerked back into life.

The old man made himself more comfortable and soon unbuttoned the top half of my nurses’ uniform; releasing my ample bosom to his gaze.

“You’ll get me sacked, you dirty bugger, if anybody finds out I’m doing this!” I whispered in a low voice as I curled my fingers around his trembling cock.

“Ooh Gail,” he gasped as I wanked him, “why would I tell any body? This can be our little secret.”

As I built up a nice rhythm Charlie began stroking and rubbing my tits through my bra like a sex-starved teenager.

“How big are these beauties?” he gasped when I rubbed my thumb over his purple knob.

“36 double d,” I told him as he pulled them towards his face.

He went silent for the next couple of minutes contentedly kissing and licking my breasts as I tugged and rubbed his cock until I suddenly felt my hand become warm and sticky when he ejaculated and his sticky juice ran between my fingers.

Charlie soon flopped back onto his bed with a big grin on his face.

For some reason I actually felt quite pleased with myself as I washed my hands under the tap and re-fastened my uniform.

“Well really!” I giggled, “I don’t know what came over me!”

“I did!” The old man laughed as he stroked his shrunken cock, “And bloody good it felt too!”

I shook my head and made him promise not to tell anyone what we had done.