OLD BILL JONES
As the film ended so Bill Jones eased himself up off the sofa, grimacing as he did so. His old joints creaked as he finally managed to stand up straight. Old age was no joke. Everything ached these days, especially his knees. Fumbling inside his grey sweatpants he pulled out the waistband of his spunk stained underpants and stuffed his big cock back inside. It was a bit of a struggle to make himself comfortable because even though he'd just cum, his shaft was still hugely engorged.
Feeling more like eighty three instead of his actual age of seventy three, he limped off to take a piss and make himself another cup of tea. As he did he ruminated on the film he'd just watched. It was probably his all time favourite and was about a secretary being seduced by her much older boss. And even though it had been made nearly fifteen years ago it never failed to get him excited. Of course he knew what was gong to happen; he'd watched it countless times; but he liked it because it had an element of coercion in the story. He only wished the secretary could have been younger, in fact much younger... like eighteen.
Having made himself a fresh brew to which he added a generous slosh of an obscure but cheap brand of whisky... purely for medicinal purposes you understand... Bill returned and slumped back down into his seat.
He reached down into the box strategically placed at arms length at the side of the sofa. Inside was Bill's extensive collection of porn. He picked through the DVD's until he found one still in it's plain brown, cardboard delivery packet. It had only been delivered the previous week.
With his thick, gnarled, arthritic fingers making the task difficult, he finally managed to open the outer packing, remove the cellophane wrapper and then prise open the plastic case. Removing the disc he struggled up out of his seat and loaded it into his DVD player. He looked at the cover.
"Secretary Seduction," he read out loud. "Young trainee finds her office job is not just about paperwork and filing. It's far more fulfilling than that!"
He snorted derisively. What a load of old codswallop. He had no idea what it meant but the cover picture of a scantily clad blonde girl showing off her abundant chest looked enticingly good.
"Looks promising," he said to himself as he hit the play button on his remote. He settled back into his chair, shuffling his fat arse about to make himself more comfortable.
This was how Bill spent his days. He'd been living on his own for the past twenty odd years ever since his wife had divorced him on the grounds of physical cruelty. They'd never had kids, although it wasn't for the want of trying. Not on his part anyway and that was probably the reason she'd left him. Well that and the fact she'd accused him of being a pervert. Even then he'd watched a lot of porn.
Home was a small, scruffy terraced house in a run down area close to the town centre. It was obviously a man's house as what little furniture Bill possessed was way past it's best and added to that he wasn't much into cleaning either. To save money on heating and lighting costs, and to make things easier, Bill nowadays only used the rooms downstairs. His queen sized bed was in the small living room at the front of the house whilst the larger room at the back doubled as his sitting-slash-dining room. The bathroom was situated off the kitchen having been moved there when the house was modernised in the early nineteen seventies.
Most of Bill's immediate neighbours were long gone as the local council looked to regenerate the district by systematically demolishing the old Victorian houses to make way for new homes. In fact there already was a new housing estate quite close by.
'The slums of the future'
Bill had mused as he watched them being built and the first occupiers move in.
Bill himself was a bit of a loner. Small, overweight and not blessed in the looks department, he was a bit rough and ready. He didn't socialise much and had no friends to speak of. On the odd occasion he did venture out to the shops he often heard himself referred to as a dirty old man. Well, he was old, and if dirty meant perverted, then it was probably true. He showered a couple of times a week so it couldn't mean he wasn't clean, although his personal hygiene had never been a high priority.
He whiled away his days watching films. He had little or no interest in TV programmes. To him, the multiple channels now available only spewed out a never ending stream of dross and repeats. Besides the 'Soaps' and the reality shows there was an abundance of talent contests for untalented people where so called celebrity mentors spouted such drivel as -
'you're on a journey'
or
'you need to believe in yourself'
- to their supposed protégés. To Bill it was a load of bollocks - pure unadulterated crap.
So Bill only watched DVD's. And whilst he had a vast library of mainstream movies; mainly war or action thrillers; what he really enjoyed the most was watching porn. He wasn't picky, he pretty much liked anything; except BDSM; but what really got his juices flowing the most, were the ones where barely legal blonde girls with big tits were getting ploughed by old men with big dicks!
The action in the film was hotting up. The star of the show, a particularly cute looking young blonde girl, had been summoned to the office of her boss at the end of the working day. She took her seat, self-consciously pulling down the hem of her short skirt, which had ridden high up her legs, so revealing a large amount of her thigh. It was obvious she was wearing thigh high stockings.
