Old Mr Millar

Goesch turned and left. As soon as she heard his car start Jenny let her handbag drop to the floor. In a moment she crumpled and put her head in her hands. Anger, shame. She couldn’t bare it. Suddenly a voice appeared in her head. ‘Pull yourself together’. Sure, she’d fuck her landlord. She’d fuck his brains out if it kept a roof over her and her girls head. Even if she’d hate herself for it.
‘Hey honey’. Mr Millar appeared on the other side of the fence. He was always an early riser and Jenny should have known he’d be around. ‘Couldn’t help but hear’. The old man grinned broadly. He had a cigarette in his mouth and casually lit it. His manner surprised her. For a moment he scratched his chin, paused for what seemed an age then gave a long drag on his smoke.
‘Listen honey….I knows you got money problems. Shit. I got’s a proposition for ya’. Jenny tilted her head. She would listen to anything.

‘I likes you honey. I likes you a lot. You gives ME sum of dat white pussy….i’ll give you $800 cash here n now’. Millar grinned when he saw the effect his offer had on the lovely woman. Her eyes widened and her face went blank in surprise.
‘Oh my’ she mouthed quietly.
‘Yep, got more money than I have call for. Sort your Landlord out. Maybe even get little Jenny n Lisa dat swing they been wanting’. Jenny stood shakily then took a little step back. This was crazy. Here she was being solicited by her seventy five year old black neighbour. It didn’t seem real. ‘Got’s me a mind to fuckin you Jenny. Be nice to see you tell that sum-bitch to stick it up his ass too’ Millar added with a laugh. It was true. The first offer that morning had just been bettered. Amazingly she felt empowered, sliding her hands up onto her hips as the decision bounced around in her head.
‘$1000’ she said giddily.
‘Ok’ Millar laughed, ‘but I gets to nut that pussy bare’.
$1000’ she repeated to herself. ‘You have the money here?’.
‘Sure. Want to see it?’ Just what had she done?

Jenny stood, amazed as the old man hobbled into his house. Moments later he reappeared a stack of fresh, clean notes in his hand. ‘$1000’ he said, lifting the latch and stepping into her garden. Her heart was pounding and her head span. ‘You know yo’ look perfect for black fuckin honey’ he replied. ‘You ever had nigga dick?’ Swallowing dryly she shook her head. ‘Good’ grinned Millar, ‘was hopin’ not’. The garden was quite enclosed. Even the gate was surrounded by overgrown hedges. It was as private as it could be.
‘There’ Millar grinned nodding to the old mattress that had been standing by the garden wall since Jenny had moved in. She’d just been waiting for opportunity to get rid of it. ‘Help me here’ he grinned and together they pulled it out onto the lawn. The old man was breathing heavily and for a moment Jenny wondered if he’d even be able to perform. ‘Now get dat fucking dress off honey’ he grinned, answering all questions.

Putting her hands up her back Jenny unzipped and slid the dress off her shoulders. The man took a step towards her, his eyes wide as her bra and panties came into view. Without much effort the dress fell down to her ankles. Stepping out of it she squeezed her hands together awkwardly. ‘One fucking hot body’ he sighed to himself, gaze roaming over her. ‘Fuck yeah’. His eyes were wild and alive. Even Jenny felt something. Maybe it was the money but she felt an energy she’d not experienced in a long time. She helped Millar take off his shirt and trousers. His leg was in bad shape, an old wound perhaps but she tried not to notice. Perhaps she needed to keep it businesslike. When she pulled down his boxers her eyes widened in shock. The old man was huge. Easily the biggest cock she’d ever laid eyes on. His dick was long and thick with matted grey hair above and two solid balls beneath as big as oranges.
‘What you think of ‘dat?’ he grinned, appreciating her reaction. Jenny didn’t reply. She was so staggered.
‘It’s been a long time since…’.
‘Now lets get dat fuckin bra off you’. Without a word she stood and unclipped. Millar began to wank gently, muttering to himself before she slid the bra down her arms and let it drop to the floor. ‘Dats right, get your tits out. Lets see em’ he grinned as she pulled down her panties. He was enjoying this all right. Eyeing her naked except for her silver high heels.

Millar sat on the mattress. His huge cock pointing up in the air. Quickly he motioned for Jenny to sit by him. He was hard, breathing heavily on her arm. His breath felt sticky on her, lips cracked, dry and stained by tobacco. Gently, Jenny put her hand around the shaft and began to rub. She gained an immediate effect feeling the old cock pulsing in her palm. Millar’s lips spread into a grin as his erection maintained, standing up proudly.
‘Gonna suck me a little first?’ he smiled. Jenny nodded, got onto her knees, overcome with the event. She paused, realising how crazy this was. The man cock was not particularly clean. ‘Sorry honey but I ain’t had a bath for a while. ‘Gonna let dat get in the way of $1000 dollars?’ Closing her eyes she pushed her sweet lips down over the head, feeling the foreskin slide back. It tasted dry and salty but she pressed on, taking him down her throat. ‘Fuck fuck yeah!’ he gasped. Lovingly she sucked, milking the base of the shaft with her hand and drawing appreciative groans from her guest.

‘That’s it honey’ grinned Millar. Cupping her other hand around his considerable balls she squeezed them gently. It had been so long. Jenny had never held such a big dick. A need to punish herself took hold. She sucked it greedily, feeling the old mans hands fondling her tits. Involuntary tears welled in her eyes as she gagged once then twice. His meat seemed to throb in her mouth as she choked herself with it. Jenny felt the big balls tighten and the old man shudder in a groan of delight. His sperm flooded into the back of her mouth and was halfway down her throat before she could think. Coughing she swallowed once then twice, chugging his salty load down.

When Jenny let up long strands of saliva stretched down to Millar’s giant cock tip. Her lips felt stretched and her eyes watered from the strain. Spittle was dribbling down the dark skin. Turning onto her knees she pushed her ass out at Millar. Somehow it was changing her. A gasp erupting from her mouth as his rough finger penetrated her pussy. Gently he pushed to the knuckle, withdrew and forced back again. A second finger followed. Gasping in pleasure she dropped her face to the mattress. Millar was on his knees now. A firm hand controlling her hip as he flicked her crack with the head of his monstrous dick. Her whole body felt pulsed, then she felt him push at her lips. Once, twice making her whince. Then a strong third attempt saw her pussy spread to take him.
‘Oh my god!’ Jenny gasped clutching the raw material beneath her. A grin spread over Millar’s face as inch by inch he forced himself up inside her.
‘Damn you tight baby’ he smiled. Despite two kids she was certainly that.

Drawing back Millar admired the wet juice of the woman’s pussy covering his dark skin. Firmly he rammed forward, a matching pain in his chest awoke but it felt so good. With a grunt he thrust again. In moments Jenny was giving up wails of desperation as he fucked her. He felt the power. Fucking a white mom in her own yard. Her pussy juice running down his shaft.
‘Don’t stop…don’t stop’ she gasped as he thrust against her. His balls slapped firmly against her body. Then with a long, desperate wail she came. The pleasure couldn’t be described. Jenny was close to crying with it. When his dick slid free she turned onto her back, legs spread. Now able to look up at her lover. Millar pressed one leg back and gently pressed his cock against her pussy. She swallowed him up and gasping he started fucking with short strokes. He was going to come.

Jenny’s mouth hung open. She felt the heavy balls meeting against her, the cock head ramming up inside her belly. She had never felt so filled. Raising himself up onto his arms the old man gasped.
‘Gonna shoot ma load’ he whimpered.
‘Oh god com inside me’ Jenny heard herself wail. He thrust finally and felt his jizm surging up his shaft towards Jenny’s welcoming pussy. Several seconds past before he withdrew, happy to have deposited all his seed.

That afternoon.

Goesch walked up the path in his suit. He had been looking for a excuse to nail Jenny Williamson for weeks. Now was his chance. She wouldn’t be dumb enough to refuse him. Opening the garden gate he was confronted by a content looking woman hanging washing.
‘You don’t look ready for a date my dear’ he sighed angrily. ‘I thought we had an agreement’. Jenny paused a smile on her face. With one had she pulled out $400.
‘That’s a start’ she said. Goesch was gob-smacked. His face priceless. She watched him stumbled out into his car bewildered. Millar had watched it all and winked at her over the fence. His seed was running down her inside thigh but it felt proper. She returned her old lovers smile.