My Way With Old Ladies Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"I'm coming," Mandy screamed as she felt my tongue and lips caress and manipulate her clit. Her wrinkly, wizened hands were holding my head in between her legs, and she was using my face for her pleasure. She loved it that when I ate her out, I played with her slightly sagging B cup breasts and tweaked her nipples.

When she came down from her high, she pulled my head up so I could look her in the eye, and she guided my cock inside her now soaking wet cunt. She made the endearing noise she always made when I entered her, a contented "Ahh," and her hands rested on my bum cheeks as I sank all the way in.

Mandy is 48 years of age and the managing director of her own online women's clothing company. She is married to John who hasn't been able to get it up for a few years now and so she comes to me to get her rocks off.

My name is Stuart and I am 24 years old, and Mandy is my sugar mummy. 6 months earlier she had set me up in flat in Riverside Court which has great views of the city skyline so I am always there whenever she feels the urge.

I started to slowly move my cock in and out of her cunt and her hips moved in time to mine, it started off slow and measured but after a while she wanted me to go faster and faster and soon my hips were a blur, her hips stopped moving as she allowed herself to be fucked deeper and deeper into the mattress, her eyes were closed and she had a big smile on her face and then I came, she loved it when I came inside her, she liked the fact that my 9 inch long, 1 and half inch wide cock came it did so with such a force that I it always triggered an orgasm inside her and this time was no exception, her face went red and her eyes opened, and she wrapped her arms and legs around me and held me deep inside her until her orgasm subsided.

When she released me I rolled off her and we both lay on our backs gathering our senses. I looked across to her ad looked at her face, she had dyed light brown hair and a face that though not pretty held a lot of attraction to me, despite the flat and over the top salary I wouldn't be able to shag her if I didn't fancy her, she had crows feet next to her eyes but the rest of her face was fairly line free.

I held her hand as we lay and after a few minutes she let go of my hand and stood up revealing her 5 ft 3 inch tall slim frame, yes there was some sag but I always found that attractive in a lady, going old gracefully I believed it was called. She walked to the ensuite bath room and came back 2 minutes later and leaned over and kissed me on the lips.

"I must go," she said "John has arranged for us to go out this evening as it's our anniversary," she recovered her clothing that was scattered around the bed room floor. First went on the sensible knickers and bra, followed by the grey pin stripe business dress and jacket, she left her tights off as I had ripped them getting them off her earlier. She went back into the bathroom and fiddled with her hair and make up before looking for her hand bag.

I stood up and followed her into the lounge and my by now reenergised cock proudly led the way, I am 6ft tall with dark hair and had rugged good looks with a killer smile. I was also confident and I think that is what Mandy liked in me.

She turned around and saw me coming towards her and sighed "If only we had more time," she said as looked me in the eye and then looked at my cock again.

"No problem, I'll see you tomorrow at work," I replied and pulled her close to me and kissed her hard.

She melted against me and returned the kiss before saying "10am meeting with Fiona Armstrong-Smythe, don't be late, I will need you to take notes."

I am also her PA, which means the boss is shagging her secretary which is a bit of twist on the old cliché.

The other part of my job was to seduce married female clients or suppliers who wouldn't play ball with what Mandy wanted, so that once I had slept with them she could blackmail them into giving her the terms she wanted, my salary as her PA was over twice would be expected of someone performing my role, the rest was to make up for the extra services I provided to Mandy.

Mrs Armstrong-Smythe had gone to the best private and finishing schools before going to university where she met her husband who was now a government minister. She owned the largest supplier of clothing material in the country and was playing hardball on prices for Mandy's new collection due out in a couple of months.

I arrived in the office by 7:30 and was sorting through emails when Mandy walked in a 7:45, I had opened her mail and sorted it into urgent, deal with later and ignore piles, I had responded to some emails and also removed all the crap from her inbox leaving her just the stuff she needed to deal with.

Today she was wearing a blue trouser suit with a red and white pattered blouse underneath. The blouse was buttoned all they way up to the neck and she looked every inch the older, respectable professional lady. At work we were professional, that way no one would ever know that she was having her wicked way with me.

I walked into her office with her coffee and she asked me to shut the door. "Mrs AS is going to be a pain, I need you to work your magic on her, I know she is staying overnight tonight at Braston Hall so perhaps you can see if you can do your thing."

"OK no problem," I replied as I walked out of the door.