Fancy

Fancy

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"Maybe I shouldn't tell you this. But the other day, Dad whispered to me, 'that one girl' - meaning you - 'she makes my dick hard.'"

"Awww," the strawberry blonde woman with the leathery skin and the rough hands said, smiling as much with her eyes as her lips. "That's so sweet."

The gray-haired gentleman returned her smile in apparent satisfaction. "Sweet? So you're not offended? That's a relief. I thought he might have said something to you. Sometimes I hear him say things that, well, cross a line."

"He never said anything like that. At least, not to me. He's what, 97? Who knows what he even thinks he's seein', to make him talk that way. He's half-blind, right? 'Blind in one eye and cain't see out t'other?' That's what my mamaw used to always say. Don't worry about it. You can't help but just love him. We all do."

"He also told me he figures you give good head."

"What?"

"Good head? Like, you know, a blow job?"

"I know what it means. Well, bless his heart," she said in her Appalachian twang. "You tell him, that's for me to know, and him to find out. Ha."

"Careful. He might just try to call your bluff."

"Nah, well, don't really tell him that, I guess. You know I wouldn't *really* try anything like that on him, right?"

"You're too much of a lady?"

She scoffed. "It's kind of you to say that. Not everyone would. But what I meant was, there's all kinda rules here about what we can, and can't, do for the residents here. That would be abuse. We can't commit abuse."

"I know."

"'Sides, he'd never ask it. He's a real gentleman. I tol' you before, why I call him Fancy? Because he's always kissin' the women on the hand, real fancy and stuff? He does try to treat us here like ladies. Few like him anymore. I didn't know he still had a little of the devil in him, too - I wouldn't even have guessed he thinks about his dick, pardon my French - you said he called it that. But I don't think he's gonna forget his manners, all of the sudden. He couldn't of raised a good son like you if he wasn't good too. I keep saying, you're a good son to come down from Chicago to look after him like this."

"So it doesn't bother you."

"Bother? Locker room talk, by the sound of it. Nothin' more. I'm just surprised Fancy would even think like that. Or, well, you know, that he could still... even... you know."

He chuckled. "I don't imagine he's any threat, if that's what you mean."

"Oh, no," she reassured, shaking her head and making her short ponytail swing, "he don't scare me. Maybe he still thinks about it. Men are all the same, I know that. No offense. But he's always sweet. A real sweetheart. You are too."

"No, I mean I don't think he can really put his money where his mouth is, so to speak. In that department."

"Ohhh, you never know! Ha. I've seen things. Not with him, but, you know..."

"Well, I'm pretty sure. Still, I can see where he was coming from when he said that. You have a certain something about you. You must have that effect on a lot of guys."

"In Assisted Livin'? You run into all types, I guess. Like I said. Sometimes one will get a little frisky, but we don't... "

"No, I mean with guys younger than the ones living here."

The caregiver scoffed again. "Your daddy don't have much competition outside the Home, at the moment. Ha."

"I don't believe that for a second. Someone who stays with a job like yours, has to be a caring individual. You've been here since he moved in, right? A lot of guys are attracted to that."

"Attracted? Nobody makin' nine fifty-five an hour attracts *nobody*. Ha."

"That's not what I mean. You like to look after other people's needs. You're stable and solid..."

"Now. Maybe. Back in school, not so much. And for a long time after, even.

"The past is past. But you're obviously a very caring person. Otherwise you'd never get into this line of work in the first place. That carries over. In a lot of ways."

"Well, that's different. I thought you were sayin'... well, somethin' else."

"I am. I'm saying you probably make lots of men think the way my dad thinks."

"How your dad thinks?" she echoed, a bit skeptically.

He nodded. "When he said you make his dick hard. You must do that to other men too. It's kind of programmed into the human species, when a man sees a woman who cares a lot. Must have to do with continuing the species. Any man. At least with working equipment, heh."

She looked appraisingly at him. "I'm sure I don't make *your* dick hard, pardon my French again."

"Why," he asked, grinning and returning her gaze, "because I'm older than you, too? And so you think I can't either? Like father, like son?"

She scoffed audibly once more. "Don't mean that. It's... just... been a long time since anybody looked at me in *that* way."

"How do you know?" he said lightly.

"I just know."

He moved slightly to the left, and reached behind her, touching the small of her back with his fingers, exploring. While not really skinny, she was of slender build, and he could detect her spinal column even through the layers of clothing. "Would it surprise you if I told you *I* look at you in that way?"

She glanced over at the closed apartment door. "What're you tryin' to start?" she asked, not particularly avoiding the contact.

He didn't break the contact, and she didn't try to stop it. "Does this bother you?" Looming easily a foot taller than her, his dominant position beside her was quite overt.

"Fancy's right there in the other room."

"He's asleep. And you know he can't hear us, anyway. Unless we shout."

"*What* are you tryin' to start?" she repeated.

"Just paying you a compliment. What time does your shift end?" He ran his thumb partway up her spine, stopping at where he felt her bra.

"Three. And then I gotta get home. You're not divorced, are you? I know you mention your kids at times. You're real nice, and all. I said that to your face, very first time I met you. I won't lie. I like you. But..."

"Maybe you needed someone like me, back in those school days. Maybe you still do."

"If I woulda met someone like you, back when it would have mattered? Maybe things woulda turned out different, sure. But past is past, just like you said. And I don't get involved with married men, if that's what you're thinkin'."

He brought his thumb downward again. "Well, I give you credit for being direct. I was starting to think you had lost your interest in men entirely."

"Never said *that*."

"So, are you in a relationship, right now?" He moved his hand slightly lower still and began tracing small circles just above her tailbone.

She glanced down. "No. Noooo no no. The father of my two-year old ran off the day he found out I was pregnant again." She looked up and into his eyes. "You shouldn't do that, if you're married," she added, referring to his contact with her ass, not that she was actively trying to prevent it even now.

"You're expecting?"

"I'm sayin', two and a half years ago. And you didn't answer my question."

"About whether I'm married?"

"Yuh. I don't like bein' the Other Woman. Just somebody on the side? Hell no. Tried that twice, after high school. Wasn't a good idea, neither time. So that's the first thing I ask anymore."

Noting that she was clearly enjoying the physical contact, he moved to face her, and he pulled her tighter, thus pressing her crotch lightly against his. "Things change after high school."

"Well I sure ain't no high schooler. High school was a looong time ago. I'm 32, case you couldn't tell." She looked 42. He was a young 65.

He returned to caressing the small of her back with his palm, and she put a slight distance between their torsos. "I'm just saying," he clarified, "high school's a lot different than later on. People eventually give up on finding their one true love, and turn to just, you know, living their actual lives. Trust me on that."

She dropped her gaze once again. "Been my problem. Trustin' too much."

He stopped massaging her back and gave her butt a light whack. "Let me ask you something."

"What?"

"Are you the kind of girl who needs to be spanked, every now and then?"

She looked up and studied his eyes. "No offense. You're nice, and all. But I have to get on to the other residents. And you're married."

"Now you're the one not answering questions." He whacked her ass a little more firmly - hardly meant to be painful, merely unmistakable.

"No offense, but that's no kind of question to be askin'."

He took her hand in his and placed it squarely on his crotch. She didn't recoil immediately. "No, it's a perfectly reasonable one. Are you the kind of girl who needs to be spanked every now and then? By a man who knows how and when to take control? Are you?"

"I wouldn't say that."

Holding her hand steady, he moved it gently up and down the length of his shaft. "No. I can tell you like it, when a man takes control."

"I can't do this," she said softly.

"But you are."

"I mean, I'll get fired."

"No you won't. You're not doing anything wrong."

"I have to go." She started to pull her hand away, but he held tighter for an instant and she relented. "I have to finish my two o'clock."

"See? You like to take care of people. And you're so responsible. You want to see a job through to completion. That's why you work here. That's what I like about you. And *you*, you like when I take charge. You like it when a man lets you know his needs and wants you to take care of them too."

"This... and my job... that's two different things," she stammered, nevertheless moving her own hand willingly against his cock, following his guiding motion.

"Nope. Same thing. You like how this feels?"

"It's big," she observed. "Just like Fancy's." She dipped her hand downward, between his legs, gently pressing his balls to his pelvis.

He chuckled. "You've felt his dick?"

"No."

"You've seen it, though?" He guided his hand back to his shaft.

"After a while, you seen it all, at a place like this." She brought her hand upward again and traced her palm along the full vertical length of his erect cock underneath his pants.

"You've seen him hard? He claims it's what seeing *you*, does for *him*."

"No. But when somebody pulls the emergency cord in the bathroom, dick and balls are the least of your worries when you walk in to find out what's the matter."

"As I said, you're direct. I find that refreshing. You said it's big. Is that the kind that you like?"

She pulled her hand away from him. "Sorry. I shoun'ta led you on."

"But you like serving a man's needs, don't you?"

"I don't think I oughta answer that."

He placed both hands now on her shoulders. "When's the last time a man really took charge, and knelt you down in front of him, and put his dick in your mouth, without his stopping to ask?"

She didn't follow the cue of his downward pressure. "I don't think I oughta answer that, neither."

"Or when's the last time you got bent over the arm of a chair?"

"It's been a long time since I was with a man, period. You're askin' a lot of personal questions. Why me? Jessie's a lot prettier. Or Stacy, she's bigger on top. Maybe that's your thing."

He took his hands off her shoulders and unbuckled his belt. "There's just something special about you." He started next undoing the top button of his jeans.

"No there isn't. Not nothin'. Don't be mad, but I hafta go." She took a small step back but didn't turn to go, and stared at what he was doing, in lips-parted astonishment.

"Aren't you at least a bit curious?" He pushed the waistband of his boxers down far enough to reveal an angry-red and very thick cock head.

"No."

"See? You've got it alllll worked up. Why don't you go ahead and finish what you started, now?" He pushed the front of his pants down further, displaying the full length of his large member which stood proudly erect almost parallel to his trim belly.

"*I* didn't start nothin'. Though, I admit I shouldn'ta led you on, after *you* did."

"Doesn't mean you can't have a little fun." He stepped next to her again and took her hand and placed it on his cock once more.

"*You* have a little fun, you mean." Despite her protestation, she grasped his naked member gently at the base as he indicated, and gave it a little forward pull, down and toward her, gliding her hand along the full length, and then let go. It sprang back to its more-vertical orientation. "You look like you're real ready."

He placed his left hand on her back, again, and brought the index finger of the other to her thin lips, trying to trace them. "See? It's the kind of dick you like."

She turned her head away. "Put it away. I hafta work."

He lowered his left hand and gave her another light whack on the buttocks. Then he returned his other hand to her mouth and this time succeeded in gently inserting his finger. "You know what I need," he insisted. She caressed his finger with her tongue, and he used his free hand to put her hand onto his cock again. She grasped it at the base and stroked it firmly, as before, then repeated the motion twice more without being prompted.

He took his finger out of her mouth, and put both hands on her shoulders again, and this time she gave in to his pressure and sank to her knees. "You shouldn't do this," were her words before he placed the tip of his cock to her lips and urged it in.

She had to open very wide. "There, that's nice," he praised. He placed his hand on the back of her head, and it quickly became difficult for her to deal with the unusual size that was being fed to her. "I knew you liked pleasing a man."

Her gag reflex triggered on his third thrust, and she pulled back. "You have to let me," she stated tersely, and pushed his hand off of her head. Grasping his cock at the base with her right hand, she made a ring around it with the thumb and middle finger of her other hand and took it into her mouth again, keeping it from going too deeply.

"Oh yeah, you do that real good," he said admiringly, and placed his hand on top of her head instead of the back. She bobbed her head at a medium pace, and once this rhythm had been established, she let go with her left hand and brought it down to lightly fondle his testicles, while jacking him purposefully with her right. He moaned softly to let her know that this was pleasant for him, and she pressed a little harder with her left hand. "You like it when the man takes charge."

After half a minute, she relaxed the pressure on his balls against his pelvis and probed behind them to locate his anus. He spread his legs as best he could, given that his pants were still above his knees, and she pushed the beltline closer to his ankles, then resumed stimulating his asshole. "You've done this before, haven't you," he joked, as her middle finger penetrated and went in search of his very full prostate.

She pulled back from his cock, still holding the base with her right hand. "I got a name, you know," she said, still working her finger deeper into his ass.

"Yes," he said. "Don't stop now."

"You have to hurry up. I thought you was ready, and all."

Just as she took him into her mouth again, an electronic signal went off. Both jumped reflexively at the sound, she moreso than he. She pulled her finger out of his anus as she uncoupled from his cock, letting it spring back to its nearly vertical position, and reached to her own belt with her clean hand to unlatch a device, as the call signal sounded a second time.

She pushed a button on the pager and held it to her ear, while standing up. "Yeah... I'm in Warren's room... No, just taking care of a little situation here... No, it's under control now... Just be glad you weren't here... Ha... Yeah I know. Be right out."

"Don't go," he protested after she hooked the pager to her belt again. "Can't leave me like this."

Stepping toward the kitchenette, she said simply, "I have to go." She turned on the faucet and began washing her hands. "So zip up," she added.

"C'mon, I'm dying here," he said. Getting no response, he continued breezily, "now, at least, you know what I've got to offer." He started pulling up his jeans and tucking himself back in. Still getting no response, he added, "come back after your shift is over. You need to finish what you start."

"I tol' you. I gotta get home. I gotta kid in high school, 'sides the baby, and I ain't leavin' him to run wild after school like my mamaw did me."

"You could come back over tonight around 8:30. Keep me company. Dad gets to bed right after Jeopardy. We could talk some more. Really get to know each other."

"Ha. You just want your dick sucked, pardon my French."

"Not just that, no."

"Yeah, but mainly. I thought you was different, but no, you just wanted your dick sucked, and you found a dick sucker stupid enough to do it."

"No."

"And you know the sad part? If I did come over tonight like you want, I'd probably suck your dick again, anyway. Now, how stupid is *that*?"

"I don't think you're stupid, Nicole."

"Yeah you do. That's all in the world I am to you. Just a stupid cunt to be your personal dick sucker."

"That's not how I see you at all, Nicole. We could do more than that. Bring some rubbers. I mean, I can tell you like what I've got to offer. I've got what you *need*. I know where you want me to put it. We can help each other out. Have some fun. I promise. Both of us. You liked having me be in charge."

She was unmollified. "This was a mistake. I tol' you, I'm not getting involved with no married man. And I hafto go," she repeated. "You put me way behind now."

She pulled the door handle just as he finished zipping up, his belt still hanging limp in front of his fly. He spotted no one in the hall outside. "Well, just think about it, Nicole. Tonight. Or tomorrow night. I'll take charge, and you'll love it. I'm here another week."

"You know what? You ain't fancy like your daddy," she observed, as she closed the door behind herself.