The work I used to do involved visiting older men and ladies, helping them out with anything they needed. Some of the older men used to hit on me a lot, and a few of those would tell me they didn't have long left and would love to have their cocks sucked again one final time.
At first I got all defensive about it. That was until I met a man called Des who's cock I found out was huge. Returning back downstairs after cleaning his bathroom and straightening his bed, I found he had his cock out and was stroking it. I had a different boyfriend at the time, but his cock was no where near as big or as thick as Des's massive dick. Looking right into my eyes he said "Well what about it then".
All my reservations went, as I was glued to the sight of his extremely large cock. Walking over to where he was sat I took hold of his thick cock shaft and stroked it a few times, before lowering my head and began to take in as much of his older sweet cock as I could.
I'd been upstairs about half an hour and if Des had been wanking all that time, it probably explained why within two or three minutes of licking his balls, his cock shaft and sucking on his huge cock head, he came hard into my mouth.
Des thanked me like I'd told him he'd won the lottery. With his cum swilling around in my mouth, I wanted to tell him it had been a total pleasure, but his cum was so sticky I had no choice but to swallow it. Watching me gulp down his cum, he said "Wow that's the first time anyone has ever swallowed my wad".
Over the next few weeks when I attended his home alone, I gave Des increasingly longer deeper blow jobs, taking more and more of his cock down my throat, as I got used to sucking him off. Then one afternoon when I was supposed to be visiting him, I got notice not to go. Des had been taken ill and a couple of weeks later he sadly passed away. In his letters to his family, he left a kind of message to me. It read "I'd also like to thank (me) for giving an old man so much fun when she visited". I knew perfectly well what he meant.
Just before I left for a better job, I worked with a guy called Anthony. He too loved the women and flirted terribly with me. He was younger than most of my clients and boy did he know how to charm women. Like Des, I eventually after lots of sexual innuendos gave him a blow job. Only the blow job went further.
Sucking his wonderful cock (Not as big as Des's, but still large) he reached forwards and began to play with my pussy. I got unbelievably turned on and couldn't help myself when he asked me if he could fuck me. Removing my knickers and hitching up my skirt, I put my legs either side of him as he sat in his chair and mounted his cock. Facing him, he put his hands up my top and began to play with my breasts through my bra. Really getting into grinding onto his delicious cock, I took off my top, removed my bra and fucked that older man for all I was worth, as he squoze my tits hard.
Bouncing up and down faster and harder as he carried on groping my breasts, I came squirting my pussy juices all over his cock. Anthony bucked upwards deep into me and began to shake as his cum spurted into my pussy, which was still clenching from my own orgasm.
That full on sexual time with him, was a one off. And although he did sometimes have me suck his dick to completion, we never fucked again. There were others who wanted to have a good looking young woman's attention, but I never wanted to experience anything with any others. (Sometimes wish I had)
However it taught me older men are very much hornier than most younger guys. And to this day I date older men. Indeed my current partner is forty two and loves dirty sex with me as much as we can get together. Yet it's Des and Anthony I think about sometimes when I masturbate.