Straight Female / 57
For The Pleasure Of Older Men I Did It For The Money
I did it for the money.
Several years ago (2008) my husband lost his job and we hit a few financial problems. At 42 years old with two children aged 12 and 14 years old, the family bills started increasing. With no luck in finding work my hubby took a few low paid jobs. I decided to go back to work as a domestic cleaner.
One of my clients was an elderly man in his 70’s who lived with his wife who had dementia. He was a pleasant man who was always very chatty and I knew he was showing signs of stress over his wife’s condition. One morning after I had just finished cleaning he handed me an envelope which contained £100. From a previous conversation I had told him about my circumstances around money I assumed he was offering to help me. What happened next took me back a bit when he very casually asked me if I would take the money in exchange for some personal relief.
Shocked, I couldn’t stay as I had another job to go to but he placed the envelope in my hand and I told him that we would talk next time I called in a few days time. I’m not going to lie but I was taken aback but I knew what he was wanting from me. Over the next few days it played on my mind.
I never told my husband simply because I was partly embarrassed and I had no idea how he’d react.
A few days later I returned and he greeted me wearing just a dressing gown and slippers. He told me his wife was asleep upstairs and she would not come down as her mobility was poor. It was quite bizarre being in company with a man some 30 years my senior and judging by the front of his dressing gown quite aroused. The atmosphere between us was very different as we sat down on his settee and soon we embraced each other kissing. Soon my tunic buttons were undone and he was touching my breasts and I could feel myself weirdly getting aroused. Soon his robe opened up and he was sporting a very hard and erect cock fully circumcised. He was well endowed and I gasped at his size. The bulbous tip of his cock was purple and his length was lined with thick veins.
What then followed was some wrestling around and soon my pantyhose was half-way down my thighs and my uniform tunic way up around my waist as he enjoyed the freedom of my inner thighs eventually finding his fingers into my now wet and moist pussy. He started to initiate himself into a position where he wanted sexual intercourse so I told him he needed to wear a condom as I wasn’t on the pill. My hubby had been vasectomised so we never used condoms. He was quite persistent and promised he would not come inside me.
Reluctantly I let him inside me and he began thrusting himself in me quite robustly. Such was the intensity of this I started to have a climax so despite him reaching his own climax I offered no resistance as he released himself inside me.
We lay still together and the full shock and horror of what I had just done sank in.
It was the very next day I had a very guarded conversation with a local pharmacist who allowed me to take the morning-after pill.
It should have been a closed chapter but instead I went back on the pill in secret and we enjoyed several more sexual and intense sexual encounters together earning quite a few envelopes stuffed with cash.
Although, during my time working as a domestic cleaner throughout I allowed a few other men the liberty of my body in exchange for much needed cash. Many a time (at their request) I would dress up in nylon stockings and a garter belt to their enjoyment.
The variation of men and situations I had was quite eye opening for me. Most were older men some rather decrepit and sex starved. Their sexual tastes drew me into a new world as often I would either be encouraged to either suck of lick their balls. One man was insistent (for extra cash incentive) to lick his arse hole. I couldn't believe the depths of depravity I entered.
It was towards the end when one particular man even arranged for me to entertain his son upstairs shortly following his release from prison. His son was very rampant and although I only saw him once that was enough as my poor cervix was very sore afterwards.
Eventually my husband got himself back into work and we settled into our normal routine of family life.
Several years ago (2008) my husband lost his job and we hit a few financial problems. At 42 years old with two children aged 12 and 14 years old, the family bills started increasing. With no luck in finding work my hubby took a few low paid jobs. I decided to go back to work as a domestic cleaner.
One of my clients was an elderly man in his 70’s who lived with his wife who had dementia. He was a pleasant man who was always very chatty and I knew he was showing signs of stress over his wife’s condition. One morning after I had just finished cleaning he handed me an envelope which contained £100. From a previous conversation I had told him about my circumstances around money I assumed he was offering to help me. What happened next took me back a bit when he very casually asked me if I would take the money in exchange for some personal relief.
Shocked, I couldn’t stay as I had another job to go to but he placed the envelope in my hand and I told him that we would talk next time I called in a few days time. I’m not going to lie but I was taken aback but I knew what he was wanting from me. Over the next few days it played on my mind.
I never told my husband simply because I was partly embarrassed and I had no idea how he’d react.
A few days later I returned and he greeted me wearing just a dressing gown and slippers. He told me his wife was asleep upstairs and she would not come down as her mobility was poor. It was quite bizarre being in company with a man some 30 years my senior and judging by the front of his dressing gown quite aroused. The atmosphere between us was very different as we sat down on his settee and soon we embraced each other kissing. Soon my tunic buttons were undone and he was touching my breasts and I could feel myself weirdly getting aroused. Soon his robe opened up and he was sporting a very hard and erect cock fully circumcised. He was well endowed and I gasped at his size. The bulbous tip of his cock was purple and his length was lined with thick veins.
What then followed was some wrestling around and soon my pantyhose was half-way down my thighs and my uniform tunic way up around my waist as he enjoyed the freedom of my inner thighs eventually finding his fingers into my now wet and moist pussy. He started to initiate himself into a position where he wanted sexual intercourse so I told him he needed to wear a condom as I wasn’t on the pill. My hubby had been vasectomised so we never used condoms. He was quite persistent and promised he would not come inside me.
Reluctantly I let him inside me and he began thrusting himself in me quite robustly. Such was the intensity of this I started to have a climax so despite him reaching his own climax I offered no resistance as he released himself inside me.
We lay still together and the full shock and horror of what I had just done sank in.
It was the very next day I had a very guarded conversation with a local pharmacist who allowed me to take the morning-after pill.
It should have been a closed chapter but instead I went back on the pill in secret and we enjoyed several more sexual and intense sexual encounters together earning quite a few envelopes stuffed with cash.
Although, during my time working as a domestic cleaner throughout I allowed a few other men the liberty of my body in exchange for much needed cash. Many a time (at their request) I would dress up in nylon stockings and a garter belt to their enjoyment.
The variation of men and situations I had was quite eye opening for me. Most were older men some rather decrepit and sex starved. Their sexual tastes drew me into a new world as often I would either be encouraged to either suck of lick their balls. One man was insistent (for extra cash incentive) to lick his arse hole. I couldn't believe the depths of depravity I entered.
It was towards the end when one particular man even arranged for me to entertain his son upstairs shortly following his release from prison. His son was very rampant and although I only saw him once that was enough as my poor cervix was very sore afterwards.
Eventually my husband got himself back into work and we settled into our normal routine of family life.
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