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Mr.P 001 uk
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My beginnings as an auxiliary of life,
My first steps as a "life assistant" were simple, the town hall gave me a list of people to contact so that I could go and do their shopping or any other services.
I met several nice, pleasant people who were delighted with this help, and the few minutes I took with them to be pleasant and especially to occupy a little their solitude.
However I should have been wary...
Underneath these pleasant appearances, a certain Mr P contacted me almost every day.
Of course, he was extremely courteous, always absolutely polite, but I had noticed on several occasions his insistent looks, especially when I bent down to put away his groceries.
I had also noticed that, apart from my first visit, he always "received" me in his bathrobe.
I told myself that I was imagining things, that this 77 year old man could not think of anything bad, and, moreover, given his difficulty in moving around, nothing untoward could happen to me.
Nevertheless, one day, as I was putting away his groceries, admittedly wearing a slightly untucked square neck top, I took the liberty of telling him that I found his looks highly indecent and inappropriate.
His answer disarmed me, he told me that he had been living alone in this flat for years, that he had very few visitors, that I was his ray of sunshine, his youth cure... And that I was a very pretty young girl who awoke memories of his youth...
I was a bit shocked, especially as I could see that he was "caressing" himself with one of his hands buried in one of the pockets of his bathrobe.
I left his house quite quickly, so embarrassed and shocked was I by what I had just seen and heard.
The next day, I received another call from Mr P, a bulb had burnt out, he asked me to come and change it. Although I was still under the influence of the previous day, I could not leave this person without light.
I remember that day very well, it was very hot for the season, I was wearing a little denim shorts and a grey top.
Mr.P, received me in his eternal burgundy bathrobe, and accompanied me in the room which was used as "library" in his flat, and indeed there was a burnt out bulb. Mr. P did not have a stepladder, so I had to stand on a chair to change the bulb.
It is at this moment that Mr.P, stuck to me, officially not to fall and hurt me... His hands were on my hips, his face at the height of my chest, I felt his breath through the fabric of my top, the most embarrassing was that, arm raised, trying to unscrew the bulb, I felt it sticking to my legs, with my movements of arms, my chest rose and fell, and, I felt an erection in Mr.P.
How to tell this 77 year old man that his sex was rubbing against my thighs, moreover, while I was giving him the burnt out bulb, and I was trying to screw the new one back in, one of his hands was on my thigh and started to "massage" me... This disturbed me, and prevented me from going fast
Why I didn't say anything, I don't know...My shyness maybe.
The fact is, my silence had the effect of encouraging Mr. P. His hand on my thigh became more pressing, and I felt his face pressing squarely on my breast.
No matter how much I said, "Please Mr. P, I can't do it", I made no move to get off, and even worse, I felt his hard-on sex rubbing against my leg.
It was the first time this kind of thing happened to me, for me, the nerdy guy with glasses, I still didn't know how to react...I could have pushed him away, but I didn't.
On the contrary, unconsciously, I was making the bulb installation last, his hand had gone up my buttock, he had tried to go under the jeans of my shorts, but they were too tight. His mouth was now on my breasts, I could feel his tongue over the fabric, and the moisture of his saliva, was also penetrating the frame of my bra, his sex on my leg was also getting wet.
I didn't dare admit it to myself, but I was feeling things too...My nipples were starting to point, and once the bulb was in place, I did nothing, I just stood "on" my chair.
Mr.P saw that I was not reacting, that I was not trying to escape, so with his hand on my hips, he pulled down my top, wedging the neckline under my breasts, from there, he started to lick my breasts, over the bra, on the flesh in the open air, his hand on my buttock went up, she tried to undo my bra, he couldn't...
In silence, I helped him...The bra fell to the floor, Mr.P buried his head between my breasts, licked them, sucking on my nipples, running his tongue over my aureoles, sucking them...
his hands were on my buttocks, then, Mr.P stopped, I felt him contract on my leg...
Mr.P, was cumming, he was emptying himself on my leg, his hands and his head on my chest...
He was staggering, he sat down in an armchair, I didn't know what to do...leave, run away, check if he was ok...I was ashamed of myself. I was ashamed of myself, but I got down from my chair to see if everything was all right.
He took me in his arms and thanked me, I didn't know what to do.
I got dressed and went home.
When I got home, I realised that I had walked around for fifteen minutes with dried semen on my legs...
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Posted on : Jul 12, 2021
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Commented on Jul 14, 2021
Exciting!!
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Commented on Jul 12, 2021
Great read
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