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Mr.P 003 uk
That morning I received an email from my COVID coordinator:
"- Hello Louise,
Can you go to Mr. P's house and accompany him to do his shopping.
Don't forget to order a taxi that can take Mr. P's wheelchair, as he cannot stand and walk for so long.
Enclosed is your certificate and your order of assignment.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
Ps: No one here knows how you do it, but thanks, you're the only one who can handle it.
My God, this e-mail was like a bomb... What am I?
The only one to bear it... How many others were there before me?
How many people did he try to grope before he found the one...the one who likes it...
Because don't kid yourself Louise, you like what this old pervert makes you discover, experience, undergo.
As proof, I was already wearing a light blue, mid-thigh length trapeze skirt and a white strapless top with laces that painfully concealed my chest...
A pair of white sneakers and I was ready to go shopping with Mr. P.
At 10 o'clock, I rang Mr.P's doorbell, I had the access code for the building for some time.
When he came to open the door, he was wearing his eternal Bordeaux bathrobe... He didn't even bother to keep it closed, I saw him, naked under the bathrobe, his huge and heavy testicles hanging under his sex that was starting to erect...
He wasn't ready at all and I could see him smiling, his gaze plunging first into my cleavage and then down my legs, for his text message had been read and highlighted, I was wearing a skirt...quite short...
Once in the flat, I had to take matters into my own hands, taking Mr.P to his room, in the corridor, Mr.P slipped a hand under my skirt, on my buttocks, not a soft and caressing hand, no, but a firm, pressing hand, with a finger firmly tracing the furrow of my buttocks over my panties.
It made an impression on me, he could see it, he told me I wasn't old enough to wear those schoolgirl panties anymore...I blushed...
In the bedroom, I had to take off his dressing gown to hope to dress him....
He was totally naked, he was erect, but as usual it was the size of those huge testicles that disturbed me...To avoid seeing them, I looked for a shirt in his wardrobe, however Mr.P, had approached me, from behind, I felt his breath in my neck at the same time as his hands were grabbing my breasts, I felt his sex creeping under my skirt, and rubbing against my buttocks, against the cotton of my panties.
I was again tetanized, I let him do it, this old pervert took my breasts out of my bustier, started to play with them, to caress them, to knead them, to pull on my nipples... At the same time, he rubbed his sex harder and harder on my buttocks.
Then he turned me over and started licking one breast, then the other, taking both my nipples in his mouth, sucking on them, nibbling on them...And instinctively I started to masturbate him gently, then move down to his big testicles and massage them. His hands, his tongue on my breasts excited me...I masturbated harder...I felt his sex swell...become tense...then explode, emptying itself into my hands, onto my thighs, onto my panties...
With the same look, he took my hand, brought it to my mouth and made me lick my fingers, my palm full of his sperm. Then he took me by the shoulders and lowered me to the level of his unclothed sex, which he inserted into my mouth. I was ashamed but I enjoyed the taste of his cum, I was conscientiously "cleaning" his sex with my tongue, my saliva...I was excited because I felt my panties soiled with his cum sticking between my thighs...
When I got up, he kissed me full on the lips as he took off my panties...he brought them to his nose to smell them, then threw them on his bed, telling me I didn't need them anymore for today...
As I explained to him that I would refuse to go out shopping without panties, I saw his expression change, a new smile appeared on his face, I felt soothed and reassured by this smile, when somehow...
He gave me a first spanking...
Shocked, surprised, stunned I remained silent and stunned...no words came out of my mouth...
A second spanking fell on my buttocks, which in surprise made me turn around to "rebel", however Mr.P, took me by the wrists and when he sat down on his bed, I was unbalanced and I "fell" flat on my stomach on his knees.
I felt Mr.P become firmer, his left hand was on my back, and his right hand was regularly on my buttocks...
He explained to me between each spanking that his words were not "proposals", but orders...
I didn't understand my reaction, instead of rebelling, I suffered this unjust punishment. My buttocks were reddened, and sometimes, between two spankings, Mr.P would caress my buttocks, sometimes his middle finger would slip into my parting and titillate my anus...trying to force it without being insistent...Then the spankings started again...
They stopped when I asked for forgiveness...A few tears were flowing from my eyes, and I could see that Mr.P was getting hard again...
The worst thing was that he had nothing to say...
On my own, kneeling in front of him, my buttocks reddened, I took his sex in my mouth...I felt his hand in my hair, his hand taking my hair and it was he who imposed his rhythm of slow and deep coming and going...Until he emptied himself again in my mouth...
Again the taste of his cum delighted me, although there was less of it...I didn't even think about the fact that I was on my knees, with my breasts exposed, that I had just been spanked for the first time in my life, and that I had just sucked a 77 year old man again.
Mr.P, got up, went to his closet and came back with a gift package.
He offered it to me and invited me to open it...
It was a beautiful pair of heels, white, with a buckle at the ankle, 10 cm heels.
That's when he told me that his "COVID helper" wouldn't take him shopping in trainers...
The heels fit me perfectly, they were beautiful but tended to make my skirt shorter...
I finally managed to get Mr. P dressed...
The taxi arrived, and dropped us off in front of an organic supermarket.
Mr.P, was in his wheelchair that I was pushing...In heels, with a skirt that was short, becoming mini...
People looked at me, I was ashamed and Mr.P was beaming...He kept asking me to pass him products that were either at the bottom of the shelves or at the top...
Which each time had the effect of showing off my buttocks...or my breasts...
And from time to time, Mr.P, when I was next to him, would pass an inquisitive hand under my skirt, to caress my buttocks or my vulva...
He made me redo the laces of his shoes in an aisle in front of the security guards who watched me like pigs in ruts...
I was ashamed, but Mr.P's smile betrayed his joy, because my vulva remained wet with each caress...
The supermarket staff and customers were staring at me, some with vicious looks, others with disgust...
I told myself that with my anti-covid mask, I was not recognizable...
Mr.P was delighted to see me like this... Especially since, apart from a bottle of water, he didn't buy anything...
He just wanted to show me off like a trophy...And I liked that...
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