In 1962, I was 19 and lived with my parents in their small hotel, which attracted old ladies. As to why was because Dad had a thing for the oldies and loved to fuck them frequently. As soon as he found I knew his fetish he introduced me to the sexual and perverted delights of horny old ladies.
After six months, I was hooked. I loved the way they enjoyed sex and the way some dribbled piss when I fingered them, which turned me on. So much so that when I fingered them hard, they could not help but squirt lots of lovely hot piss.
Mum found out so I had to move out and rent a room in a house. That curtailed my unique sex life and my eight-inch cock and I got desperate. I had to find horny oldies. Then in the evening newspaper jobs section my eye honed in on this bizarre ad.
A surgical supplies and appliances store requires a young assistant who understands elderly customers' requirements. The right person will receive training and, when proficient, a very good salary. In the first instance, telephone xxxxxxx.
I was intrigued and phoned. A Mrs Arthur answered and after the usual questions -- name, age, qualifications, past jobs etc -- she invited me for an interview.
The old-fashioned bell pinged as I opened the door. I could not believe what I saw. The place looked like it was locked in the late 1940s/50s. Everything looked so dowdy like the big old heavy glass countertop and the old-fashioned till. And Mrs. Arthur looked as old-fashioned as her shop. She was what I call; 'well upholstered' but her tweed jacket could not conceal a nice rounded bust.
"It's nice to meet you Dan. I have seen lots of candidates but they all seemed to think this would be a boring job working with elderly customers. If only they had been patient they would have found there were lots of nice things the elderly could give them."
"That's probably because they don't understand. Whereas, I prefer working with old people. May I be candid with you Mrs Arthur I have extensive expertise in understanding and fulfilling elderly people's needs -- especially ladies --, which I believe, is the number one requirement for a job like this. Am I correct?"
"Absolutely Dan. Now let me explain about the duties you will have to carry out.
Before I go on, do you have any reservations about measuring naked old ladies as we have a good trade in foundation garments such as girdles and corsets? I ask because my last young gentleman assistant was really appreciated by our old female customers. Tell you what, would you like to show me how you would measure for corsetry. From what you said I am sure you're not shy about seeing my old flabby body."
" Quite the reverse Mrs Arthur. I adore old ladies' flabby bodies."
"That's what I thought, Dan."
After she put the 'closed sign' in the door, I followed her to the back of the shop. There were three small fitting cubicles. One had a massage table; the second had a double bed, and the third, had a sofa. Lastly, there was a walk-in shower.
"Now Dan, when I bought this shop a few months back, the owner explained why it was so profitable. There is no way to sugar coat this, Dan. It is a sex play area for old ladies and men. You see, he found that when measuring the old dears, they got horny and so wanted relief from having not had sex for quite some time. His service soon got round and he quickly had to hire two young men and one woman to give the oldies what they craved."
"And Mrs. Arthur...
"Call me Jean"
"I hope they give me what I adore."
"What's that Dan?"
"Sucking old tits and fingering and fucking old -- the older the better--sloppy fat cunts."
"It's really good that you prefer sex with old ladies, Dan."
