Grateful Grannies Are The Best

After driving up and down the same street for the third time, I saw her small frame waving at me from her front door. Mrs Grace was the elderly lady in question, a customer of the garage who I was picking up as she was too frail to walk. Her driveway was a good size and it took her a while to reach the car, slowly walking with a cane. Once in the passenger seat, she began profusely thanking me for going out of my way to pick her up.

"I'm so grateful for this, I know you must be too busy for ferrying old biddies like me about." She said.

"It's always nice to help a damsel.

in distress," I replied.

"I don't know about Damsell, but if I was 30 years younger, I'd give you a big kiss." Struggling with the seat belt.

"Margaret from next door, god rest her soul, would always say age is just a number, but then again she was a man-eater! Though I shouldn't speak ill of the dead."

She was rambling on like I knew who Margaret was, I cut her off with another generic one-linear.

"Women are like fine wine, they get better with age." As I leaned over to help her with the belt buckle.

My motion obviously confused her as she let out a little "ooh" and then laughed.

"I thought you were leaning in for a kiss then, got me all in a fluster." She said fanning herself with her hand.

Not one to miss an opportunity, I went back across and kissed her on the lips. To my surprise, she kissed back, her tongue exploring my mouth. We made out for a minute before we broke apart.

It has been a long time since a man's kissed me like that; I like a man who takes what he wants." she said.

I started my truck and began the drive back. It was automatic, so once we started moving, I placed my hand on her leg. She let out another "ooh" so I brought my palm up to her crotch and began to rub. She didn't speak but her breathing became erratic.

"What would Margaret say?" I joked.

"She'd already have her knickers off. If she'd bothered to wear any!" Giggling like a schoolgirl.

"She sounds like my kind of lady, I like a woman who knows what men want." Still stroking her crotch.

"Oh god yes." she hissed. "Tell me. Tell me what you need." Now almost a whisper in between breaths.

"I need a woman who wants to be my personal slut. A woman who'll do what it takes to please me."

"A woman like me?"

"I could come back to yours at dinner and find out..... by feeding you my meat."

Her eyes were closed, but she was nodding, silently agreeing to my demands. I slipped my hand into her trousers and was met by a full bush and a surprisingly moist little slit. I carried on rubbing at her pussy as fingering her at this angle was too tricky whilst concentrating on the road.

"Do you want me to spend my lunch break with you?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Say it." parting her pussy flaps with my finger.

"I want you to, I want you to visit, visit me at lunch." now struggling with sentences as I worked her up.

"And?" loving the way she responded to my dominance.

She was panted hard and I was a little worried she might have a heart attack. Her eyes still clamped shut and she looked like she was suffering from a leg cramp. She grabbed my wrist that was in her pants, pushing at it, trying to force my fingers into her hungry hole.

"I'll do it, I'll suck your big cock." She practically screamed.

"I'm going to make you do things that would make Margret blush. I'm going treat you like a cheap whore, so you'll need to dress like one." Two fingers teasing her moist little slit.

"Yes. Yes, I'll be your whore."

She was still holding my wrist but as I was far stronger than her, she was unable to force my finger in, so had taken to grinding her pussy against me. I had deliberately not let her climax and with her eyes closed she hadn't realised we had arrived back at the garage.

"No, please don't stop," she begged as I pulled my hand out of her knickers. Opening her eyes, she realised the journey was over. Looking frustratingly at me, she asked again.

"Please, I'll do whatever, whatever you tell me to."

Pulling my truck up, just out of sight from the office.

"Anything I tell you to?" I asked as I turned to face her. Sliding my other hand straight into her big granny knickers.

We kissed again, longer this time. When our lips parted, I remained close. Breathing in her lust.

"My dear Harold, god rest his soul used to make me do naughty things..... And I liked to do it." she whimpered.

"Then open your mouth."

She was now looking straight in my eyes as I brought my two fingers that were previously rubbing at her slit up to her lips. We could both smell her scent on them. She moved her face away from my fingers. So I started to pull my hand away from her pussy again and she groaned.

"Please. you, you don't know how much I need it." She begged, grabbing at the wrist again.

"Open your mouth," I told her once again as I slid two fingers inside her and started to rub her swollen clit with my thumb.

She opened her mouth, eyes closed. Letting out animal-like groans. I rubbed my dirty fingers around her lips.

"Suck my fingers clean."

She opened her eyes and looked straight at me as she clamped her lips around my fingers and began sucking them.

"That's it, taste that dirty pussy. Next time I'll let you suck it off my cock. Would you like that? Would you like to clean your dirty pussy juice off my dick?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes," she replied as I removed my finger from her mouth.

I wasn't sure if she was actually answering me or just letting her orgasm flow as I worked her clit harder. She began to spasm a little and let out another pained whimper as she clamped her hand over her mouth to stifle the volume of her orgasm. The other still gripped my wrist until her pleasure subsided.

"Make yourself presentable, the girls in the office can smell a slut a mile away."Trying to adjust my now rock-hard cock.

"Did I cause that?" she said looking at the bulge in my overhauls.

"You know you did, and later on, you're going to take care of it." As I placed her frail hand on my bulging snake.

"Oh my, you really are like my late husband. So demanding, so sexy." She replied sounding excited.

I stepped out of the car and headed into the workshop as she disappeared into the office.

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Four hours later I pulled my truck onto her drive and headed towards her door with a need that could no longer be hidden. She had clearly been waiting for my arrival, as she opened the door before I began knocking. She stepped back into her hall as I entered and closed the door behind me. She was wearing more makeup than this morning, a long overcoat covered the rest of her. No words were spoken she just stood there, seemingly waiting for my instruction.

"You're overdressed." I said, taking a step towards her.

"Sorry, I just didn't want anyone else to see me like this." As she opened the coat, and let it fall.

She wasn't wearing anything underneath apart from stockings, and black heels. Her age was now prevalent as her frail, bony body was finally exposed to me. Her tits lay limp and deflated, sagging towards her grey bush, clearly untamed for many years. I didn't speak, I just looked at her letting an awkward tension build.

"Are you unhappy with my outfit? I don't really own anything, slutty. Not anymore!" She said, sounding sheepish and unsure.

I stepped in close, letting our lips meet in a sex-fuelled kiss. Taking one of her tits in my hand, I teased her nipple, feeling it becomes erect in my fingers.

"We'll have to get you some slutty outfits, would you like that?" dropping my hand down to her pussy.

She nodded, biting her lower lip in a seductively sweet way.

She gave a little smile, feeling more confident about her outfit.

"I like my woman clean-shaven," I demanded, twisting a couple of curls around my fingers

"Sorry. I...... you never told me." Dropping her hands to hide her bush.

"Now you know, and I'll expect a clean-shaven pussy next time. But right now, it's time to show me what an old slut like you can do."

She took my hand as she struggled down onto her knee, using her coat as a makeshift pillow. Then sat staring directly at my crotch, with a hunger in her eyes. I popped the buttons of my fly open and pulled my engorged dick free. After spending the morning looking forward to her mouth, my cock almost dripped with pre cum only inches from her mouth.

"There is one thing an old slut like me can do, that I doubt any of the youngsters can do."

What she did next surprised me. Putting her fingers into her mouth she fished her teeth out. Drool formed strings from her mouth to the teeth in her hand, as she gave me a toothless grin. The loss of teeth distorted her face beyond belief as the last remaining female features disappeared into loose skin and wrinkles. I started to rub my shiny bell end over her lips, coating them in my dirty musk. She let out a groan and tried to speak, but the combination of no teeth and my eager cock made the words ineligible. She brought one of her delicate hands up to my cock, doing her best to work my shaft as her tongue teased at the head. Her cock sucking skills were ok, but she was being too gentle, this wasn't a time for a long, slow blow job. I needed to bust my nut and get back to work.

"Put your hands down." She quickly obeyed, looking up at me with my girth still sticking out of her mouth.

"You need more practice slut." Her eyes widened as she realised I was displeased and I felt her suck harder.

Placing my oil-covered hand on the back of her head to keep her in place, I began to feed her my length. Only an extra inch or so at first, then withdrawing enough to allow her a gulp of air. She understood her role quickly, and she seemed to be humming with pleasure as her tongue flicked at my glands underside. Now I began to give her two or three extra inches, feeling the tight entrance of her throat squeeze at my cock as she started to gag. Her hand instantly came up to try and control the assault.

"Hands down slut." I ordered, reluctantly they slowly dropped again.

My balls were boiling and I was ready to blow. Grabbing her skull with both hands I began to fuck her toothless mouth like a pussy. Each deep thrust made her gag and groan. I smiled down at my little wore as her hands remained by her side, fists clenching and releasing as she tried to control her instincts. Then with an almighty roar of pleasure, I forced my cock as deep as I could, letting loose my seed straight down her unwilling throat. My hands clamped firmly around her head, his nose now pressed hard into my pubes. I kept her there as I fired rope after rope. My climatic fog was only broken when I felt her frantically slapping at my legs, as her body craved air.

Releasing her from my grip she pulled away, freeing my cock from her throat along with a trail of bial and saliva, coughing up my cum as she gasped for air. I put my now softening cock away and prepared to leave.

"Will..........will you come to visit me again." She croaked, in between a coughing spell.

I looked down at her, tears had made her mascara run. Her nose and mouth now leaked a mixture of both our fluid the same substance was smeared around her face. She looked a mess, an ugly old mess. But fuck did it turn me on. I now had an old slut seemingly keen to do whatever it took to please me, and I intend to do whatever took my fancy with her.

I'll be back tomorrow to see how tight that old cunt of yours is."

Despite the tears her eyes seemed to shine, and a big toothless smile cracked across her face. Clearly happy that she had done a good job, she had been a good wore.

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