The Retirement Home Featuring Chuck The Cuck

I’ve always liked older guys. I suppose it might be because I saw my father’s cock when I was six. I remember being fascinated by the size and structure of it and I remember thinking it looked like a banana. Who doesn’t love bananas?

I found Sam on the Tender app on a Sunday. His profile had his picture and the details indicated that he was 63, widowed, medium height, a little overweight, with gray hair and a gray mustache. I was immediately drawn in. He had me at “widowed” because I knew he was probably desperate and dtf (down to fuck). We had been texting for a couple of days so this was on Wednesday and I was horny. I’m a slut. I own it.

I didn’t have any appointments for my boss that night, so I was feeling adventurous and Sam said he was free and asked where I would like for him to take me? I didn’t care, I just wanted him to take me and use me. I love old men, especially in their 60’s. They’re experienced and they know what they want. I had chatted enough with Sam to know he and his wife were swingers earlier in life, which made my twat twitch.

We met at a nice restaurant in a nearby town around 5:30. He said he liked to eat early, of course I’ll eat dick 24/7, so I was fine with that. I recognized him right away as soon as I walked in. He was wearing a nice suit with a tie. We had been texting quite a bit and I had shown him a picture of my lingerie two days earlier. It was a really sexy white laced bra and panties with a white garter. I didn’t send him a picture of the dress I had on over it. It was a little black see-through with slits up both sides so you could clearly see my white garter belt and stockings. So trashy, but I’m a slut so I could care less about what people think. I got some serious side eye from several women as I walked in. Their husbands were practically stepping on their own tongues as I passed by the line to the front to meet Sam as he waited.

I approached him and we hugged just as the Maitre d called his name for our table. We followed him and Sam pulled my chair out and waited for me to sit. I promptly, but discreetly, slid my panties off and took a seat.

I handed them to Sam and whispered, “Can you please hold these up so I can take a picture of you with them?”

He looked at me, astonished, with his mouth open holding my white silk panties. At that point I could feel the stares of the others around us as he stood next to me holding my panties. I was pretty sure that nobody was paying attention to me as I slid them off, but now he was drawing attention to himself as he stood there.

“It’s for my cuck, Chuck,” I said in a hushed tone. “He’s at home tied up naked and his cock is caged. I have a 32” digital picture frame sitting in front of him that I can send pics to. He can’t help but see it. Please, if you don’t mind, just sit down and smile and hold my panties so I can get a picture, you’re causing a scene standing there with them.”

He literally gulped and then took his seat. He smiled and held my panties with two fingers just below his chin and I snapped the picture, but then he suddenly held them right next to his nose like he was sniffing them. BINGO! READY PLAYER ONE! I snapped the picture and posted it to my account.

He smiled and winked at me as I laid the phone down. I knew I had him at that point. He would’ve gotten underneath the table and licked me clean if I asked, but I didn’t want to be in control. I just had to give him a reason for him to control me. I knew exactly what he was thinking as I sat across from him, so I led him deeper into the game.

“Have you ever fucked another man’s wife?” I asked.

“Several, but they always reciprocated with Amy. It was always in a controlled environment or at least at a Swinger’s Party where everyone knew the rules,” he answered, begging to know more.

“We have no rules, except he has to endure whatever other men do with me,” I answered, as a matter of fact. “Of course, my rule is obedience to you or anyone but him. He’s just around for my spending habits. He hates when I do this and the more you control me, well,” I paused, “let’s just say it’s a love hate relationship. I love to obey other men and he hates that I love to obey anyone except him.”

I could see in his eyes that he was completely hooked. He would be making me do things I hadn’t even thought of yet, simply due to his age and experience. He had probably forgotten more than I’ll ever do in my lifetime. That’s why I like older men. Strong, alpha types. It makes my cunt tingle in the best ways.

“So you’re here with me and you’ll do whatever I say, and he’s okay with that?” Sam asked.

“Absolutely. He can’t object and no, I won’t say no, I answered. “to anything. I promise.”

“Tell you what,” Sam began. “The waiter will be here shortly. You will to go into the men’s restroom and strip naked and put those fucking panties in your mouth and take a picture of yourself in the mirror. Put all your underwear in your purse and then bring me your phone. Do you understand me?” he asked in a very orderly manner.

He was the perfect alpha and I was instantly wet.

“Yes sir,” I answered.

“That’s my good girl. Now, run along and do what I said.”

I was instantly saturated. He only needed a gentle shove in the general direction to get the game started. He was handsome, a little larger than I’m used to, but I was hopeful that he would use that to his advantage, and he knew what he liked.

I practically ran to the men’s restroom. I’m no stranger to the men’s room. My first owner would stop at a rest area on the side of the highway and make me go into the men’s restroom naked and blow five men before I could get back in the car with him. I was 14 and this was January in the Alberta area. I learned real quick how to suck a man dry in less than 2 minutes.

I waited inside the men’s room for the first man to come in and see me. He was tall and had dark hair. While he was using the urinal, I stripped, put the panties in my mouth, snapped the picture and put them in my purse. He kept looking over his shoulder to try and see what I was doing.

I waited momentarily for the man to finish taking his piss and as he turned around I asked, “Would you like me to finish you properly?”

“Fuck yeah,” he replied and I got on my knees and sucked his cock.

While I was sucking him I looked up intently into his eyes until I saw his head go back. I quickly snapped a few pictures of his girthy dick in my mouth from the side. I finished him off, hands free, in under a minute. I swallowed his cum, he zipped up and said, “Thanks. I gotta go, the wife is waiting.”

I returned to our table and handed Sam my phone. I watched as the shocked look on his face told me he’d seen my blowjob pictures. He took out his phone and snapped a picture of his face and my picture in the same shot. It was the blowjob picture. He sent it to my phone and asked the waiter for the check.