The old man lifted himself off the satiated Amanda Prescott, grinning like a cheshire cat as his now limp thick penis oozed noisily out of her thoroughly used opening. He slowly moved to the couch after putting George's robe back on. He couldn't remember being this tired.
He watched her slowly move out of her husband's chair and, like the old man, put her robe and slippers back on. The old man, even in his fatigued state, couldn't help admiring how beautiful she was and how the curves of her body made him hold his breath with each movement she made. It was like having Playboy's pet of the year at one's beck and call he thought.
After donning the robe she looked at him expectantly. He casually sat back as if it were his house and his wife, looked her in the eyes and patted his lap. She quickly moved to him positioning herself on his skinny knees. The old man put his arms around her holding her possessively before pulling her head down to his and kissing her passionately. She began to purposefully squirm on him as she returned the passionate kiss. The old man couldn't believe that he felt that familiar tingle in his crotch as his penis began to stir again.
The old man turned his head toward the kitchen noting that it was almost 9:00am. He suddenly felt famished.
"Amanda why don't you make us some breakfast!"
"What would you like?", she asked innocently while grinding her ass onto an ever-growing erection.
The old man looked her in the eyes, "we can't survive by fucking all day long," he said laughing. He anxiously awaited her reaction knowing that the crasser he was with her the greater the chances of an abrupt response. The old man intended on constantly testing the control he had of her particularly that the suggestive conditioning was holding. A locked in control was essential given the plans he had in store for her. He was a long way from being finished with Mrs. Amanda Prescott.
She seemed to be battling with herself momentarily before she said, "we can always try!" she said laughing along with him.
"You are so naughty Mrs. Prescott!"
She grinned and ground her ass more forcefully on him.
"Am I?" she asked with a sultry innocence to her voice.
The old man was astonished at her growing transformation. She was becoming a different person with each interaction with the old man. Poor George he thought Poor fucking George!
She smiled at him and stood to move to the kitchen when he took hold of her arm.
"Why don't you put on something a little more entertaining?" he asked.
Her eyes moved to his crotch which began to show the first signs of arousal through the robe. She began to remove her robe taking her time before letting it fall to the floor. She stood stark naked hands at her sides dressed only in a pair of frilly slippers. He watched her slowly spread her legs as her hands moved up her curves to latch on to her large breasts which she squeezed her hardening nipples showing between splayed fingers.
The old man's erection returned with a vengeance which did not go unnoticed. He watched her mouth form an oval, full lips wet and thick with her tongue moving in and out of her mouth. It was one of the sexiest things that the old man had ever seen.
He got to his feet inches from her. She watched excitedly as he removed his own robe and they both stood naked inches apart the tip of his penis touching her skin. She took his hand and led him upstairs. He managed to grab her ass as she moved up the stairs.
"Mmmmmm," was her only response.
Anyone who had been on the first floor would have thought that someone was being killed as the house rocked with the sound of continual pounding on a wall, mixed with wailing and screaming followed by unintelligible sounds and finally yells of extreme passion and exclamations of sexual release. Twenty minutes later all was quiet once again.
The old man contemplated recording the sounds they made while fucking and surreptitiously sending the recording to George. Something to think about he seriously considered.
The old man watched the voluptuous Amanda Prescott get up from the bed having again experienced multiple orgasms as she headed for the shower. She turned to invite him to join her when she saw that he was fast asleep. For a moment she stared at his skinny ugly and slightly deformed body wondering how it was possible that a human being like him was able to satisfy her deepest cravings. She felt a level of anxiety growing within her that bordered on a panic attack. She fleetingly thought of her husband and what she had just done before feeling light-headed. She grabbed on to the side of the bathroom door as a blinding feeling of nausea hit her hard and her vision blurred. She held on tight until the feelings retreated and she was once again herself.
She turned and headed into the bathroom enjoying a long hot shower which seemed to calm her. As she dried herself she smiled remembering the old man. She toweled herself dry and applied her favourite perfume in her cleavage and between her legs and walked into her closet searching for just the right...There it is she thought smiling.
The old man was enjoying the rejuvenating sleep but jerked awake as he felt fingers close on his penis. He snapped open his eyes to the sight of Mrs. Prescott hovering over him giving him an excellent hand job. When she noticed he was awake she stood up and twirled before him.
"You like?" she asked.
"Fuck me!" the old man said admiring her gorgeous body wrapped in a very revealing black see-though negligee with a half bra that exposed half of her areole of her large breasts. How the half bra remained in place was beyond him given the size of her breasts as there were no shoulder or other straps visible. His eyes shifted to her waist. The old man wolf-whistled at the see through panties and how the material hugged her magnificent ass.
He watched her twirl a second and third time. She smiled sensuously. When the old man reached for her she teasingly stayed just out of reach. At first he worried that she was fighting his control again. A quick look into the mind room let him know that his concern was ill-founded. She was just being playful.
The old man wondered how her husband would react if he could see her now. The fucking bastard he thought. A day did not go by where his jaw did not cause him pain.
When the old man tried to grab her again she moved out of reach.
"I thought you were hungry?" she asked quietly.
For the first time the old man didn't know how to respond.
"Let's go have something to eat," she said taking his hand. And with that they walked back down to the kitchen -- the old man naked and Amanda in her black negligee and frilly slippers. The old man shivered realizing how cold he was. At the bottom of the stairs he picked up and put on the robe he had discarded earlier chasing the cold away. Amanda did the same and told him to sit down while she prepared them breakfast.
The old man had to admit that her robe served a few important purposes one of which was that it kept her warm and the second that it covered her tempting body. The old man had never been tested to the limits like he had been with her. This must be what it is on a couple's honeymoon or when a woman has decided on getting pregnant he thought, a do not disturb sign on the door, room service and hours of non-stop fornication.
A short while later they feasted on scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns, toast and an endless supply of coffee. The old man ate two full plates replenishing his badly depleted bodily resources. He noticed that Amanda had an appetite that seemed to rival his own.
The old man had cleared off the table and was drying the dishes when the doorbell rang.
They both looked at each other in mild panic. The old man moved to a side room towards the back of the house where he could observe what was happening as Amanda moved to open the door.
"Harold!" the old man heard her say, "What are you doing here?"
Harold breathed a sigh of relief that she was wearing a robe that covered her from her neck to her ankles. He noticed that her eyes moved down to his crotch which was covered by a long raincoat he wore on this dark cloudy rainy day.
"George asked me to stop by and check that you were alright."
