I’m having one of those weird feelings of mixed emotions. Not happy in some ways, happy in another way. Sad, yet happy and a bit embarrassed at my new claim to immortal fame. Ok, that may be a sick way to say it but I never had this happen before. And I am a bit embarrassed to say, a lot of men have used me for sex and none of them died afterward, until now.
When I talk about being in the garage with Master-Sir and friends, I am naked and our neighbor across the street, the old man, is usually at the front window peeking out to watch me. Recently, His son Mr Warren, has begun to stop over at the house to make sure they are ok and that the house is maintained. That has included me being their maid occasionally.
When I am there to clean the house, I am naked, the wife is off doing elderly people things with other older ladies. The old man is usually in His bed sleeping or recovering from a medical procedure or something. So I don’t bother Him or do anything in His room. He stays there and doesn’t see me cleaning.
Last Thursday, I was doing my thing, in the kitchen doing the dishes and straightening things up when He came out of His bedroom. I was shocked at first because I didn’t hear the old man walking down the hall, I was in my own little world, doing my thing, kind of dancing to the music I had on. The son was out in the backyard, enjoying the sunshine when He heard His father in the kitchen.
After realizing He was standing there looking at me, it dawned on me that I was naked. Not relay sure what I should do. This is the first time He and I had ever been this close with me naked. he stood there telling me how pretty i was looking. me, the fluffy naked girl? Ok, He was on medication and probably forgot His glasses, so I will take the compliment.
Mr Warren was sweet and got His father to go outside and sit in the sunshine for awhile while I finish my duties. As I resumed my cleaning and trying to forget all that just happened, Mr Warren came back in with a strange look on His face. Asking me for a favor. In an off the cuff comment., he mentioned He really didn’t have to ask since I was the slave. He was right, my Owner did give Him the power to use me as He wanted.
Mr Warren explained that His father is outside, smiling, and has an erection, and it’s a little unnerving for Him to deal with. Seeing your own father like that. I wasn’t sure if I could. I mean He was a little old and had some health conditions. My concern was that anything sexual would or could cause a problem. Mr. Warren told me to “do something” a hand job or anything to get it down and out of view.
This is where I channel my best “I will do what I must to please my Owner” and walked out to kneel in front of the old man. He smiled as he reached to touch my face. And yes, His cock was standing straight up in His sweatpants. There was no doubt this man was wanting something and He had something nice to offer me.
He started to talk about how my saggy tits were a lot like His wife’s. She wears a bra, but they are always nice to touch and to feel as I felt His warm hands fondle mine. His cock was now moving in their tent, so I pulled His cock free and He thanked me. For being 70 some years old, His cock was ready for action and stood tall.
Looking back, I remember a nurse friend telling me that people in their last stage of life, will get that last burst of energy. This newfound burst of energy often confuses family members thinking that this is a sign that their relative has been healed. When in fact, it’s the body starting to shut itself down. This must have been what was causing this rush of blood and making it impossible for a cock slut like me to ignore his well-defined hard cock.
He really enjoyed it as I swallowed Him whole. His hands were on my head and shoulders, His moans were getting loud and gruff as He leaned back on the couch. Spreading His legs to get me closer to Him. His ball sack was heavy as I massaged them gently. His moans told me that He was enjoying this worshipping.
I know that Master-Sir would punish me in any other situation, but I stopped several times, taking my mouth off His cock, but holding it in my hands as I looked up to see if He was still ok or if I needed to call for help! No, He wanted more! Giving my slut side some exposure, I told Him I was enjoying His wonderful cock. I was. it was nice and tall, not too fat and it could tickle the back of my throat nicely. He mumbled something about liking the feeling as well.
I resumed my worshipping of His cock as I felt Him adjust His posture to grab my boobs with a firm hand grip that almost made me stop and yelp a little. but I focused on His cock as I felt the head pulsing as I moved my lips back up to the tip for my reward. Yes, Yes, yes, He was a man with a mission and that mission was to fill my mouth with His cum. He had a lot of it to offer. for an old man, He really surprised me as to what I had to swallow.
He was enjoying the feeling of filling my mouth as His death grip on my boobs was not retreating. He was actually pulling on them as He sat further back to relax from what just happened. I was starting to feel the pain of His grip before He sighed and released me and His body went limp. for a moment, I feared I had killed Him. But it was Him starting to fall asleep.
I fixed His pants back up, pulled His hat so His face was not in the sun. Made sure He was still alive before making my way back into the kitchen to let His son know “Dad is smiling” Mr Warren actually gave me a kiss on the cheek. thanking me as He returned outside to see His father sound asleep with a smile on His face.
When I had finished my duties, both men were still outside, in the warm sun, sleeping soundly. So I quietly got dressed and went home to do my own bit of house cleaning.
This morning we saw the cars pull up outside the house and Mr Warren told us that He had passed away peacefully in His sleep. He looked at me and said “smiling”. He was smiling too.