"Shit what are you doing?" I snapped.
He was forcing my shoe back onto my spunk covered foot. I cringed as I felt the wetness now trapped between nylon and leather.
"Get my video," I grizzled.
He grabbed hold of my hair twisting it until I was bent double.
"Lets get something straight sweetheart, I haven't finished with you yet," he spat.
"What!" I screeched grabbing his arm that held my hair.
He pulled me to the door, and then forced me to the foot of the stairs.
"You see I took a couple of those horny pills. Jack's old trouser snake wants to get into that love box of yours."
"Please just let me go, I won't tell anyone I promise."
"I don't really care; I've still got the tape."
He let me straighten up but still gripped my hair.
"But if I told the police you raped me you would go to prison. They don't like your sort in there. Do you want to die in jail?"
"Oh Julie I have thought about that. I mean if I've got 10 years left I'll be lucky. I have a blood disorder you see, which is slowly killing me. The doctors reckon it could escalate and poison my system at anytime. So you have much more to lose than me. Now, I think we'll be more comfortable in my bedroom."
I just wanted to run, this was getting too much. Even so I figured he would probably shoot his load as soon as his dick got anywhere near my fanny. I felt his hand slip up the back of my skirt as we made our way up the stairs. I didn't see a lot of point resisting. Again the more excited he became now, the quicker I could get the video and get out of there. I recoiled at the state of his house, the smell made me gag. The paint peeled off the walls everywhere I looked, and cobwebs and filth lay in every corner. The thread bare carpet on the stairs seemed bad enough to navigate in high heels, but with a 67 year old hand groping my nylon clad ass it just made it even more difficult. We reached the bedroom and my heart sunk even lower. The mattress was bare, and the pillows had horrid brown sweat stains all over them. My foot kick something that made a sharp pinging sound. Then the smell hit me.
"Ops I'd better get rid of that."
I looked down and gagged as he picked up a potty with yellow urine slopping around in it. God I just wanted to puke right there! I felt his presence behind me. I was just rooted to the spot, I could have killed myself right there and then.
"Please don't make me do this," I said.
His hand went up the back of my short skirt again. He just ignored my request and let his fingers grope my ass.
"Oh you are so beautiful," he mumbled.
I felt his lips graze across my shoulder as I just stood trembling. I tensed feeling a few days beard growth drag coarsely across my skin. He moved round in front of me.
"Take your top off," he said licking his lips.
I swallowed hard.
"Come on I want to see those big tits, show them to daddy."
He seemed like he was in a dream world all of his own. He was just staring at my breasts. I shook my head now resigned to my fate. I was going to be raped and even the SAS wouldn't be able to stop him now! I don't know why, but I just stared at his face as I bared my tits to him. He actually smiled at them. I mean a real smile of unbelieving delight.
Now those of you out there who think you would like to be raped or forced by someone unknown then you're mad! It's OK if it's Captain Wonderful or someone who perhaps is a little overweight. But Jack Green was 67, about 5'5" tall. He was bald with a few strands of grey hair combed over from one side of his head to the other. His face was narrow, thin slits housed his blue eyes, and he had the biggest nose in the world. He had two warts or lumps of pealing skin on his forehead and a sore of some description on his top lip that had recently been bleeding. Yuck! He had an eyebrow that not only joined in the middle but had more hair in it than a full moustache. But even worse Green had huge grey hairs hanging out of his nose too! I mean it looked like a bloody cats tail hanging out! Not only that but he smelt, badly! Probably due to the yellow stains that seemed to emanate from under his armpits. As for his clothing, well his tee-shirt could possibly have been white at some stage, but now it was a grubby grey with all sorts of food stains caked over it. The trousers he wore were a sort of plum colour, and around his crotch I noted a dark patch! I just froze, I felt disgusted with myself for even being in his grotty, smelly house!
I felt his dirty, grubby hands on the soft white flesh of my left breast. It caused me to jump and whimper. Then his lips cover my dark brown nipple. The way he groaned with lust as he suckled made me retch! I opened my eyes to see the scab on the top of his head.
"Please just fuck me and get it over with," I heard myself say.
"Oh is my baby a little eager?" he said spinning me round.
He began to manoeuvre me towards the bed.
"Oh you are so pretty, and so young," he groaned lustfully.
I ended up falling back on the mattress.
"Please don't do this to me," I said in a last attempt to get away.
He smiled down at me, and then grabbed my ankles. I struggled but for an old man he had surprising strength. He spread my legs before I had time to react and buried his face into my fanny. I could hear him sniffing taking in my sent. Then I felt my tights rip open by his trembling fingers. In one swift movement his prick pushed into my fanny. He began humping me like a mad rabbit.
