As I told you in my first story, " The Boys from next door ", I currently own a home for retiree's. It, of course, caters for both men and women. I currently have eleven males and nine females. I employ twelve staff for nursing needs, eight females and four men. On top of that I also employ five catering staff. I, of course, jump in and help where-ever I'm needed. I've been doing this since my divorce four years ago. I enjoy it immensely. I have great satisfaction in making sure our elderly are well taken care of. For this reason, I'm very particular about who I employ. I conduct a hard interview, with lots of scenarios, to make sure that they respond in the way I want. Some of the old men are really quite lewd. And I want my staff to be able to handle that side of things. It's no good running to me every time a "guest" gets a bit frisky. I certainly don't want them running to the papers when things get "risquΓ©", so to speak. So as I say. I always conduct the strictest interviews for all staff, at all levels. From matron down to care staff.
During interviews with men hopefuls, I always wear respectable but sexy clothes. Normally a skirt suit, with a white blouse, undone enough to expose my more than ample cleavage. The skirt cut a respectable inch or two above the knee. I insist that they sit to the side of my desk, so that they get a good look at my legs and heels as I cross and uncross them repeatedly. This evokes a number of reactions. I would think that their first would be shock. They must find it hard to believe that this mature sexy woman of 62, is practically exposing herself to them. You can see some of them actually get nervous and fidget constantly. Of course some of them get the inevitable hard-on. That always brings a smile to lips. The ones that don't soon do when I make out to ponder something and suck the end of my pen. It's fun watching them trying to cover their embarrassments up.
I have as you've probably guessed by now had sex with most of my staff at sometime or other. The only one I haven't is Jason. But he's only been here a week. He's just turned 18 a month ago. I see the way he looks at my legs as I walk past him. You maybe thinking that he's a bit young for me. In case you are, let me make one thing clear. The only concern I have is whether their old enough. Nothing more. If I fancy somebody, then I will go all out to seduce them, no matter what their age. Anyway, I will let Jason settle in first. He does look like he has a nice package though.
Back to what I was saying. There was this one gentleman, Bobby who came for a job. I remember it clearly. It was about 3Β½ years ago, Thursday afternoon, 2.30. I was dressed in a black satin suit a shortish skirt, which came to about 3" above my knees, it had a split in front and if I wasn't careful, it would give anybody watching a nice view. A red blouse, again suitably undone to show my womanly cleavage. And of course, my customary 4" heels. As soon as he stepped through the door I instantly wished I hadn't worn the bra. I fell in instant lust. Bobby stood at 6' 3" was 28 years old and very muscular. He had short blonde hair, cut so severe he looked like an American marine. You could tell by his walk that he was a confident man and that I admit is a weakness of mine. I stood to greet him and held out my hand. He took it as he reached me. His were huge. They enveloped mine, completely smothered it. I was sure of one thing though. He like what he saw. His eyes appraised my 58 year old body from my 4" heels up to my teased black hair and then back down again. I, myself was trying to get a look at his nether region.
We sat down and introduced ourselves. I went straight into my tease mode. I not only wanted to know if Bobby could take it, I really fancied him sexually. He oozed sex appeal. I was stammering and tripping over my tongue as I asked him questions and each time his eyes caught mine, they seemed to be smirking. I was aware of where his eyes were at all times. He wasn't trying to be subtle. My skirt had ridden up so my stocking tops were on display and I brought my hand down and rested it mid-thigh. He watched as I stroked and ran my painted nails across my stockings. He answered my questions by talking to my breasts.
"So tell me Bobby, do you have an active social life?" I asked as my left hand ran the full length of my stockinged leg as he watched. " What sort of thing do you enjoy doing?"
As he pondered his answer, I gave an obvious look to his cock region. Sure enough, there was the bulge that all women look for. Even now, he looked to be a well built man. Not waiting for his answer I quickly stood and made my way over to the door. As I turned the lock, I glanced back in his direction and caught him squeezing his throbbing prick through his trousers. By the time I'd got back to him I had my blouse fully undone and my now exposed bra gave him every indication of what I was after. He couldn't take his eyes away from them.
I sat back down, grab my assets in both hands and opened my thighs so he could see my thong between my wet pussy lips. Within seconds he was on his knees, head in my cleavage slobbering all over my breasts. I do love man and woman who make a fuss over my boobs. I find it such a turn-on. Even men who I didn't fancy have had their cocks sucked just because they've been overly attentive to my tits. Bobby was certainly doing a terrific job. My big nipples were protruding through my lacy bra. Not really wanting any niceties at this time' I reached down and pulled my bra over so he could really get at them. My breath was coming in pants as he continued to devour me. Leaning forward, I reached down as far as I could trying to get a feel of his cock through his trousers. I couldn't, but he soon stood before me, his throbbing erection inches from my mouth. Involuntary I licked my full lips and rested my hands on his bulge. I suppose I was a mite disappointed. I'd had longer, but christ, it was thicker then my wrist. Oh well, a girl cant have everything. I wantonly ran my nails along his thickness and wasn't in the least bit surprised when I felt the tell tell sign of pre-cum showing on my finger tip, through his trousers.
I smoothly pulled his zip down and released his tool. His helmet was already pulled back and glistened with cum. Pulling him towards me by his balls I sucked his helmet into my opened mouth and swirled my wet tongue around it. Pre-cum oozed onto my tongue and I kept swallowing. He sure was excited by me and I always appreciate anyone who is. I started ever so slowly to bob my mouth over his cock and he started groaning in enjoyment. I know how to suck cocks. Been doing it many years and enjoy it fully. I'm somewhat of an expert at it. All my blow-jobs are noisy and I make lots of slurping noises and I moan and groan a lot. This is a sure way of letting your partner know that your sucking him off because you like it and not because you feel you have to do.
I soon had Bobby pumping his cock into my face as he held my head in his hands. I knew he was going to shoot at any second. I reached up with one hand and squeezed his hairy balls with one hand and with the other I inserted a finger into his anus. He gave a small grunt and a powerful blast of cum hit the back of my throat. So much cum was actually in my mouth that I didn't have time to swallow all of it and some escaped my mouth and dribbled onto my tits. I managed to swallow what was left in my mouth and sucked and sucked until I had it all.
He pulled me to my feet and unceremoniously pushed me over my desk. Not bothering to pull my thong off, just pulling it out of my wet pussy, he thrust his hard cock inside me. There was nothing pretty or nice about this. This was pure lust. Filthy sex of the best kind. It had been a while since my cunt had been fucked this hard, but I was enjoying every second of it. His hands came around my front to tease my nipples which were now as hard as they'd ever been. I was bucking back at him as he powered into me. Juices which were mostly mine, was running down my legs, causing the delicious suction sounds as he pulled out. I reached behind him and gently sunk my nails into his bum. As this happened, he really lost it and was giving it to me so hard his balls were banging my arse. I felt the rush of my orgasm approaching and used my left hand to play with my engorged clit. That sent me over the edge and I stifled a scream as it hit and I felt his hands squeeze my bum cheeks as he sent his own seed into my hungry cunt.
We eventually composed ourselves and I informed him that he had the job. I also made it clear that he'd got the job before we'd fucked and it had had no bearing on his appointment. Bobby's still with us. We fuck every now and then and I've even had threesomes with sally, our senior carer. She's another big busted beauty. Sally and I have had many sexy escapades. Specially with some of the residents. I will tell you some of them later. But just imagine this, sally's 50 with an incredible figure. A 40D bust, an arse you could put you glass on. Always dresses to please. When we do our rounds together, you can actually see some of the male residents groan. We're always teasing them. We have our favourites of course. Through the course of bathing and showering, some need our help and we tease and tease. Even aged men have cocks and some are very impressive. They really appreciate a nice soapy hand job. We've even sucked and swallowed a lot of their cum. My personal favourite is Henry. He's disgustingly naughty with a cock and a pair of balls which produce so much cum you think your going to drown. His eyes light up as soon as I enter his room and close the door. When myself and Sally walk into his room, he visibly shakes. Girls, when I finish telling you about Henry, you'll be off to find your own old man.