He sat on his old black leather chair watching a Sarah Young porno classic. His cock rigid in his rough dirty hand as he slowly pumped it up and down. The video was just at one of his favourite scenes; his eyes widened as he squeezed his thick meat, the fat purple end dripping pre-cum. Sarah had one black cock stuck in the back of her throat as another one ploughed her ass-hole. They had her bent over the sofa; Jack loved watching her massive bullet hard tits swing. As a third man sat beside her fingering her cunt, he watched as the man sucked at the perfect long hard nipple. Jacks cock felt like it would burst; suddenly the internal phone rang.
He picked up the receiver, âCaretakerâs officeâ, a female voice quietly said, âIâm sorry to disturb you, I know itâs late, eerrr sorry but thereâs loud music coming from a room close to mine and I canât sleepâ.
Jack didnât need to ask which room, he had seen her arrive that afternoon, âI will look in to itâ, and he thumped the receiver back in to itâs cradle.
He stuffed his rigid cock back in to his overalls the best he could, switched off the T V, âWhat the fuckâs this all about, there ainât that many people in this shit holeâ. Jack was still mumbling to him self as he went out the door.
Jack Perkins had been caretaker come handyman at the travellers hostel for two years; it wasnât a bad place, better than most for the cash conscious traveller and it gave him a roof over his head. Jack had learnt general D I Y from two stints in prison, a bit to free with his hands, nasty piece of work when he had drink in him.
He walked across the short area to the main building thinking of his caller. A plain young woman of about 28 years but there was something attractive about her, he thought she looked a bit eastern. He remembered her booking in, very quiet, reserved even scared but nice, clean looking, even her small titâs looked in place under what he called, her virgin aunts clothes.
He got to the second floor, she was three doors down the corridor; he was surprised to see her standing at her door. As he approached she shuffled nervously, he smiled to himself at the pyjama bottoms under a wrap around brown dressing gown, he thought âDefinitely virgin auntâ.
Before he could speak she spluttered the words, âSorry to have to call you, please I wouldnât have but you see---â.
Jack cut her off, âOh for god sake what is itâ?
She almost shook as she said, âThereâs loud music coming from some-where, I canât sleepâ.
He strode past her muttering, âGet a fucking man, thatâs your fucking problemâ.
Two doors down a radio was playing, Jack saw the key and knew the room was empty, he went in and clicked off the radio alarm thinking, âWhat dick head set this thing for fucking mid-nightâ?
She was still standing at her door; she still looked nervous as the big man approached, âIs eerrr, is everything all right? I must apologise for getting you up at this hour but it was loudâ, she looked at him almost shrinking in to the wall as she did.
Jack looked straight at her, she looked even more attractive with out those thick rimmed glassâs, he whispered to himself âOh yes very nice, timid but very niceâ. At the word timid a charge of electricity shot through his body, he thought, âSheâs like a rabbit caught in my head lights and to frightened to move, mmmmmmmm I wonderâ.
She waited for him to pass to say sorry again but he stopped in front of her, almost touching her, âWant to a apologise, thatâs nice, if you had half a brain you could have switched it off your self, but still I did, you got some drinkâ.
Her eyeâs were like saucers, âNo, no not drink nothing like that, Iâm sorry but----â.
Again Jack snapped at her, âYou forever saying sorry, always in trouble are you, thatâs why your far from home and on your own, is it, nobody want you aroundâ?
He was having the effect he wanted, the two saucer like eyes were now filling with water, it was now or never. Jack gripped the neck of her dressing gown, almost lifted her back in to her room, âThere now shut up, you want to apologise do you? Right lets think of somethingâ, he now had her pinned to the back wall beside her bed, he was so close he could feel her shaking.
She could smell the stale whisky on his breath, she forced out, âI am so sorry please but I couldnât sleep, thank you again for coming overâ, his mouth grinned at her as her eyes flicked left and right trying not to look at him.
âYa talking of cuming over, I was watching a very good film which you fucked up, do you want to know what I was watching? What it was about?â
She nodded and said, âYour hurting me can we just stand and then you can tell me, if you want to, that isâ.
Jack held her even tighter, âI like standing here and donât you know mannersâ, he could see she was really scared of him, âDidnât they teach you to be respectful and call people sir especially as they hold your passportâ.
His grin widened as she whispered, âIf you want to, that isâ? Her eyes looked downward, âSirâ.
He could smell her fear and he was loving it, âWell, what is your nameâ?
Her terrified eyes looked up at him, âEeerrr, Pa, Pa Pauline, Pauline Hooperâ,
He laughed, âWell Pa, Pa Pauline, Pauline Hooper, the film oh yes the film, let me tell you all about it. Itâs called, Housewives morning breakâ.
âThereâs this beautiful woman, nice body, big titâs, you know the type donât you? Sheâs alone and board when three plumbers arriveâ, Pauline tried to push against him, he held her firm, âNow, now Iâve only just begun.
So thereâs this big titted housewife and these three guys, theyâve come to the wrong house but sheâs alone and asks them to stop for a coffee.
They all sat round a table, sheâs showing a lot of leg and one of them gives it a squeeze, she runs her hand over his crouch. Then another gets up and stands behind her and runs his hand down over her blouse and gives her big titâs a squeeze, what do you think of it so farâ?
Pauline, still looking away from him, whispered, âI think Iâve heard enough, please stop, let me goâ.
Jack ground his hips in to her, âOn the coterie the best is yet to come, soon the bloke had his hand inside her blouse giving them big hooters and real good going over,â Jack stopped and looked at her, âYou like your hooters giving a good going overâ?
Those saucer like eyes stared back at him, they were full of tears, âNo, no I donât like to be touchedâ.