Fred always does it for me.
I couldn't believe what Fred Pearce did for a living. I knew he was into caring for the elderly and disabled but I never imagined for one minute that his pursuits would involve sexual activity.
We'd been enjoying an intimate relationship for a year or more and I had only just found out.
"Well look at it this way, Pete" he said, "just because some folks are disabled, and others are elderly who just can no longer perform the sexual act, doesn't mean they have lost all their sexual desires. Many can still get some satisfaction by watching others. So I gladly provide that service. What's wrong with that?"
"But can't they get that from watching the porn stuff on TV and the web?" I asked.
"It is not the same. You see my clientele gain great satisfaction out of watching someone do what they ask, and it is live on the computer screen with no questions asked of identity"
Thinking about it I started to get Fred' point and when he invited me to see how it all worked I was interested, thinking he was not only providing a vital service but was able to give joy and gratification to those who's life was often miserable, living often alone with only a carer to chat to.
He made just a small charge for his services else he said it could be abused.
Fred and I had always been good for each other. He was always very kinky and unpredictable which made our frequent sessions extremely compelling.
For example one of his many sidelines was to decorate for neighbours, and I will never forget what he got up to when he was redecorating a bedroom for a newly wed couple who'd moved in next door.
We are both bi-sexual which helps our sexual diversities along. He showed me pictures of the couple and was gloating over the new wife called Janice.
"Just look at that figure, that gorgeous tight black skirt and those well defined boobs under that low cut top."
"I could go for that any time, her new hubby is some lucky guy huh?"
He brought out from a drawer some red silk panties
"Now what are you into and where did you get them from, Fred?" I asked with a throb in my groin.
"They are Janice's " he said foaming at the mouth "and look, they are soiled!"
"You monkey!" I said, "How did you get hold of them?"
"In her dirty washing basket!"
"But won't she miss them?"
"Nah 'cos I replace them after I have done." he grinned with relish.
"Nice!" I said well imagining what he had been doing with them
I asked him knowing full well his reply; "Well" he said, " they are soiled anyway, and wrapped around my cock they will get more soiled, but it wont matter because they are being laundered anyway. And there will be me imagining her wearing them again, see what I mean Pete? "But now since you are here and you know, perhaps we can implement them into our pleasure zone. Just take a sniff, Pete" he offered handing them to me.
This was thrilling and as I pressed the gusset to my nostril I imagined where they had been. I sniffed the scent of woman so impelling and arousing and I soon had a full swollen cock inside my jeans.
Fred wasted no time in massaging me, suggesting that I let him gag me with the panties, tied around my head as he fucked me.
I had no problem with that, it was a brand new and wonderful experience and as I felt Fred slip his hard cock into me, whispering to me to imagine I was sucking Janice as he fucked me.
" Imagine what it would be like to fuck that wet warm pussy" he groaned coming to a quick climax, pulling his hot cock out of my hole and spurting his cream over my fresh fucked ass.
He then removed the panties from my mouth which I could still taste and wiped the residue of his fresh fucked cock into the gusset, saying they were ready for the laundry basket, and off he went next door to put them back before we fucked some more and enjoyed mutual oral stimulation.
