A Helping Hand Ch. 02 (Patreon)

And so, even though Claire thought she had helped pleasure Vick for the last time, he talked her into doing it again. And again. And again.

At first, she resisted. She would tell him firmly that it couldn’t happen anymore, that she was married and this was wrong. But Vick was persistent. He would beg, plead, remind her how good she made him feel, how alive she made him after years of loneliness. He would promise it would be the last time, that no one would ever know. And every time, Claire found herself giving in. 

The intrigue and arousal drove her to keep doing it. Something was thrilling about the taboo nature of it all. The married caretaker was secretly pleasuring the dirty old man she was supposed to be caring for. The risk, the secrecy, the way his big cock throbbed in her hand, the heavy loads he shot because of her. It all gave her a rush she couldn’t quite explain.

It eventually became a routine. 

Almost every evening before she left, Vick would find some excuse, and Claire would sigh, tell herself it would be the last time, then wrap her hand around him anyway. She had grown more confident with it, her strokes smoother and more practiced. She even started using both hands, one pumping his shaft while the other gently fondled his heavy balls, telling herself it was only to help him finish faster. But in reality, she secretly enjoyed the way Vick moaned and writhed to her touch. 

The guilt was still there, of course. It sat heavily on her conscience some nights while she lay there staring at the ceiling. She thought about David, the life they were building together. The pang of shame was almost too much sometimes. But the thrill of the forbidden act, the way Vick groaned her name, the way her own body responded with wetness and heat. It all made it harder to stop. 

She kept telling herself she could quit anytime. 

But deep down, she knew she was lying. 

One night, Claire lay in bed next to Daniel. The room was dark and quiet except for the steady sound of his breathing. She stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Her mind was restless, constantly drifting back to Vick. To his cock. To the way it felt in her hand. The heavy loads he’d bust because of her. The memory was always fresh in her mind since she’d relieve him every evening now. 

She bit her lip, her hand slowly sliding down her body under the covers. She was already wet. Her fingers found her pussy beneath her shorts and began to rub gently. She circled her clit as she thought about him. The first touch sent a thrilling shiver through her. She closed her eyes, imagining his thick, throbbing cock in her hand again. 

Fuck. Why is he so big? she thought, her fingers moving faster. She had taboo thoughts about what it might feel like inside her. Stretching her. Filling her completely. The idea of letting that dirty old man fuck her made her even wetter. She slipped a finger inside her soaked pussy, imagining it was his cock pushing inside her. She added a second finger, pumping them slowly as the fantasy took hold. 

She tried to stay quiet, biting her lip harder as she masturbated. The guilt was there, sharp and heavy. What am I doing? she wondered to herself. I’m married. I love Daniel. And here I am, fingering myself while thinking about another man. Fuck… What is wrong with me? The thought made her stomach twist, but it only made the fantasy hotter. She rubbed faster, her hips moving slightly against her hand as she pictured being on top of that skinny old man, bouncing on his cock.

She came quietly, shuddering under the covers as the orgasm washed over her. Her pussy clenched around her fingers, her body trembling with relief. Her mind was filled with the images of Vick’s manhood and the forbidden pleasure it promised. She lay there for a while, catching her breath. The guilt crept back into her moral sense as the pleasure faded. 

But even as she felt ashamed, a small part of her already wondered about the next time she’d see her dirty old patient.

The next morning, Claire kissed her husband goodbye before her shift. She wrapped her arms around Daniel in the kitchen, holding him close for a moment as if to remind herself who she belonged to. “I’ll see you tonight,” she said softly before giving him a quick kiss on the lips. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” Daniel replied with a warm smile. “Have a good day with that old grump.”

Claire forced a small laugh and headed out the door. The drive to Vick’s house felt longer than usual. Her stomach was already fluttering with a mix of nerves and that unwelcome anticipation she couldn’t quite shake. She couldn’t help but bite her lip and clench her thighs, knowing what was going to happen later that evening. 

When she entered Vick’s house, he was already sitting in his recliner as usual. He looked up at her with that familiar, crooked smirk. 

“About time, woman,” the old man grumbled crudely. “I’ve been waiting all morning.”

Claire rolled her hazel eyes and casually snapped back. “Stop being so dramatic, Vick. I got here on time. Just as I did the last three days,” she replied; the use of his first name becoming completely normal now.

Vick chuckled, clearly amused by her fire. “Hehe, feisty today. I like it.”

The day went normally after that. Clair performed her usual duties: cleaning, preparing lunch, reminding him of his medications, and helping him with light tasks. But the tension between them was thicker than ever. Every time she bent over or reached for something, she could feel his greedy old eyes on her. Every casual comment from him carried double meaning. She tried to ignore it, but her body reacted, growing hot and aroused. It got to a point where she struggled to even focus on the most basic things.

By the end of the afternoon, Vick had already settled into his bed. He looked at her with that expectant, eager look. 

“Hurry up,” he said, his voice low and urgent. “You know what I need. I’m aching down there.”

Claire hesitated for a moment, but the pull was too strong. She walked over to the bed and began undressing him. She untied his robe and slid it off his skinny shoulders, then pulled down his pajama pants, leaving him fully naked. His thick cock sprang free, already half-hard and heavy against his thigh.

“Yeah, yeah, relax. I’m coming,” she replied with a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth, her heart already pounding with anticipation. 

She grabbed the bottle of baby oil from the nightstand and poured some into her palm. She then climbed into bed with him and settled on her knees between his legs, her hand wrapping around his cock as she began to stroke him slowly. 

Vick groaned softly, his hand resting on the back of his head as he watched. “Ohhhh, that hits the spot. Been waiting on this all day. You know exactly what I like now.”

Claire’s hand moved smoothly up and down his length, the oil making everything slick. She tried to stay quiet, but the familiar heat was already building between her legs. 

“You’re such a needy old man,” she muttered, her voice low but carrying a teasing edge. “You really can’t get enough, can you?”

Vick chuckled, his hips twitching slightly. “What can I say? You’ve ruined me for anyone else. Augh… fuck, just like that… A little faster, sweetheart.”

Claire rolled her eyes but obeyed, her hand moving a little faster along his shaft. “You’re impossible. You know that, right?”

Vick groaned, his breathing growing more ragged. “And you keep coming back. I think you like it too.”

Claire didn’t reply. She kept stroking him, her fingers twisting slightly around the head on the upward pull. The obscene, wet sounds filled the room as she worked him. 

She then reached over with her left hand and once again began fondling his heavy balls. She really liked how they felt in her hand. Heavy. Warm. Full.

Claire had left her wedding band in the car. It helped ease her guilt a bit. Without that constant reminder on her finger, it felt a little less like betrayal. It also spared its sanctity from the depraved act she was performing for this horny old man. 

After a bit, she looked up at him with a slightly impatient expression. “When are you going to finish?” she asked, her hand slowing for just a moment. “You’ve been lasting longer lately.”

Vick smirked deviously, sensing it was a good time to test his luck even more. “Eh, it’s just not enough anymore, Claire. That hand feels good, but I think I need a bit more… encouragement.”

Claire arched her brow, her hand still moving along his slick cock. “What do you mean?”

He looked at her with those dark, hungry eyes. “Show me a little something… Hmm, take that top off. Let me see that perfect pair of tits you’ve been hiding while you stroke me. That’ll help me finish nice and fast for you.”

Claire stopped everything and just stared at Vick, bemused at how bold he was. Though the words only made her feel hotter inside, causing her to shift where she knelt as her panties grew wetter. “Vick… that’s pushing it. I’m not sure if I should.”

Vick groaned, his hips thrusting up into her still hand for pleasure again. “Come on, sweetheart. You’ve already come this far. Just the top, nothing too much. Let me see them while you stroke me. It’ll make things go by faster, I swear. We’ll be here all night at this rate.”

Claire nervously nibbled on her bottom lip, her hand resuming its slow strokes. “This is already too much… I shouldn’t be doing any more than this. I’m married, Vick. I have a husband.”

Vick’s voice was low and coaxing. “And yet here you are, jerking me off almost every night. Come on, do this for me. Just the top. No one will know, remember? It’s just between us.”

Claire’s cheeks burned. The pure arousal throbbing through her was messing with her inhibitions. She could feel how wet she was, her panties clinging to her. She rationalized again. It’s just the top… It’s not like I’m taking everything off. It’ll make him cum faster. Then I can go home.

After a long moment of internal struggle, she reached down and pulled her scrub top up and over her head. She tossed it aside, her black bra stretching against her full breasts as she went back to stroking and fondling his balls. 

“How’s that?” Claire said softly, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. 

Vick groaned in appreciation. “Ahh… perfect. Look at those. God, you have great tits… Fuck, yes… Keep going, baby.”

She felt exposed, sitting there topless while she jerked him off. But even more aroused now. It felt so taboo. This was already drawing further and further away from that line of professionalism she vowed to keep with him. She let out a shaky breath, adjusting herself where she knelt, her panties utterly soaked and clinging uncomfortably to her. 

Vick stared at her tits, his eyes dark with desire. But despite seeing the goods, he was not coming yet. 

Claire watched him carefully, glancing down at his slick, throbbing cock in her hands, stroking him with smooth pumps, twisting at the head with her palm, and gently squeezing his balls. He said he’d cum faster this way, but he didn’t seem to waver one bit.

The old man then coaxed her again, his voice low and rough. “Augh… this is great and all, but I think I need just a bit more.”

Claire gave him a dry look. “What is it now? I’m doing just as you asked. You said you’d finish faster, liar.”

He chuckled behind a low grunt as her soft grip tightened a bit around him. “Ah… fuck… Hehe, sorry, I thought so too. Why don’t you talk to me a certain way, Claire? Tell me how much you like my big cock. How good it feels in your hand. That’ll really help me now.”

Claire let out a long sigh, closing her eyes in disbelief. “You've got to be kidding me… That’s too much. I can’t say that.”

Vick groaned, his hips thrusting into her hand again. “Come on, sweetheart. You’re already doing this. Just a little dirty talk won’t hurt anyone. I know you want to. It’ll make me cum faster.”

Claire leered at him skeptically, but her arousal had already run its course, steering her into doing the things she knew she shouldn’t. She gave in again, her voice soft and hesitant at first. “F-fine…” she mumbled, her chest fluttering. “It’s so thick… I can barely wrap my hand around it… You get so hard for me every time.” 

Vick let out a low moan, his eyes locked on her chest, imagining himself burying his face in her cleavage. “Fuck yes… that’s it. Keep going. Tell me more, Claire.”

Claire’s mouth parted, her breathing growing heavier, and her body hotter as she leaned more into it. “I like how heavy it feels in my hand, Vick… The way it throbs when you’re close.”

Vick’s chest heaved, his hands gripping the pillow behind his head. “Fuck… yes… just like that.”

Claire stroked him faster, her hand pumping him with smooth strokes while her other hand carefully fondled his balls. “You’re so big… I can’t stop thinking about it sometimes… It feels so wrong doing this, but it feels good to touch you like this.”

Vick groaned deeply, his body tensing. “Holy fuck! Ahhh, yes! You’re so fucking naughty, Claire. Augh! Gonna cum!”

He came hard, spewing thick ropes across her chest. The first powerful spurt landed on her upper chest, warm, thick, and sticky, followed by several more that splattered across her cleavage and the top of her bra. Claire was caught off guard at the sudden heat of it all. She hadn’t realized she angled his cock directly at her. Her eyes widened as the thick load coated her skin and stained the fabric of her bra. But she kept pumping despite it all, her hand sliding up and down his pulsing shaft as he shot more cum onto her breasts. 

She felt his balls contract in her hand, tightening with every spurt. She bit her lip and coaxed him softly, her voice breathy. “Hmmm… that’s it. Cum for me, Vick. Give me all of it.”

Vick shuddered, her words driving him mad. “Ah! Ahh… Hah! Auughhh! Claire… Claire!” He groaned loudly as the last few spurts dribbled over her fingers. Claire kept pumping him gently until he was utterly spent, her chest now glistening with his virile seed. 

Claire grabbed a towel and wiped her hands and chest clean, trying to remove as much of his cum as possible. The sticky warmth still lingered on her as she cleaned herself up. She could feel the heat of it slowly cooling on her skin. 

Vick sighed in relief, sinking back against the pillows with a satisfied smile. “That was perfect, Claire. You’re getting so good at making this old man happy.”

Claire shook her head, her voice quiet. “I can’t believe I did that for you, Vick.”

He chuckled, resting his hand on her thigh. “You liked it though, didn’t you? I can see it in your eyes. And the way you talked to me, heh, there’s no way you could’ve been lying. Tell me the truth.”

Claire took a moment to think, biting the inside of her cheek. She gave a little, her cheeks flushing. “Hmmm… maybe… a little. But don’t get your hopes up, old man.”

She quickly slipped her top back on, adjusting it over her bra as she stood up to gather the rest of her things. Her mind was racing. The guilt was sharp, but the lingering arousal between her legs drowned it out. She felt so pent up and horny that she couldn't think straight. She flicked her eyes over at Vick lying there naked, his cock softening against his thigh. Naughty thoughts crept into her mind, but she caught herself before they could take hold. She needed to get home and relieve herself before she’d do something even more unwise. 

Vick watched her with that knowing smirk. “Same time tomorrow?”

Claire let out an exasperated chuckle as she helped him into his sleep clothes. “Be quiet and go to bed.” She gave him a playful flick across his temple before heading to the door. “Goodnight, Vick.”

Vick smirked, feeling pleased, and simply settled into bed. “Hehe, goodnight, darling.”

The drive home felt longer than usual. Claire’s body was still hot and buzzing, her panties soaked against her pussy. Her mind kept replaying every filthy detail. The way his cock had pulsed in her hands. The heat of his cum that had landed on her chest. The dirty words she had actually said out loud to appease him. By the time she pulled into her driveway, the guilt had already crept back in, but so was the deep, unsatisfied ache between her legs. 

She walked inside and found Daniel in the kitchen finishing up some dishes. He turned with a warm smile and pulled her into a hug. “Long day?”

Claire hugged him back tightly. “Yeah… something like that.” She kissed him softly, trying to push the memory of Vick coming for her out of her mind. “I missed you.”

Sleep didn’t come easily that night. She lay beside her husband, staring blankly at the ceiling again, her hand eventually finding its way beneath the covers. She touched herself quietly, biting her lip to stay silent as she imagined that old bastard’s big cock. The fantasy felt even stronger now. She came hard but quietly, shame washing over her the moment the pleasure faded. 

The next few evenings followed the same pattern, drawing her ever deeper into the hole of depravity she had allowed herself to fall into. Vick would coax her a little further each time. Stroking him topless quickly became the new norm for her. As she had him naked on the bed, he would coax her with that low, familiar voice. “Hurry up and take that top off for me. I need to see those beautiful tits again. It makes everything so much better.”

Claire would roll her eyes and sigh, but she always complied. She would peel off her scrub top, letting her full breasts spill free, straining against her bra before settling between his legs with the bottle of baby oil. Her hands moved with growing confidence, one stroking his thick, veiny shaft while the other gently massaged his heavy balls. 

The dirty talk soon became something she leaned into now. At first, Vick had to beg for it. “Come on, Claire. Tell me how much you like this big cock. I know you do. I see you biting your lip while you stare at it.”

Before long, she did it without even hesitating. “It’s so thick,” she would murmur, her voice breathy as her oiled hands pumped him steadily. “How can an old man like you have a cock this big? You must be very proud of yourself.”

Vick would groan and twitch in her palms, encouraging her. “That’s my girl. Keep talking. Tell me how you feel while you jerk me off. Be honest… augh… I want to hear it.”

Claire’s cheeks would flush, but the words came easier now. “I-I’m getting so wet… I’m soaked just from touching you. This is so wrong, but I love how heavy your balls feel in my hand. Like they’re also so full for me.” Vick would smile victoriously. He knew it was only a matter of time before he got what he wanted. 

One evening, after she had brought him close with her words and hands, Vick looked up at her with that hungry, coaxing expression again. “You know, those pants are only getting in the way now. Must be uncomfortable kneeling like that with those on. Why don’t you take them off, too, sweetheart? Let me see those sexy legs and that pretty ass while you jerk me off. It’ll help me cum so much harder for you.”

Claire paused mid-stroke, her topless body already flushed. “Vick… that’s even more. I’m already half naked for you.”

He didn’t back down. “Come on, baby. You’ve come this far. No one’s here but us. I just want to look at you properly while you stroke me. Please? For me?”

After a long moment of nibbling her lip and feeling the insistent throb nagging between her legs, she stood up. She hooked her thumbs into her scrubs and slid them down her legs, stepping out of them. She was left in just her black bra and matching panties, her alluring body on full display for him. 

“Happy now?” she asked, climbing back onto the bed and wrapping her hands around his slick cock again.  

Vick’s beady eyes roamed her almost naked body hungrily, already undressing the last of her clothes with his dirty imagination. “Fuck yes. Look at you. So damn sexy. Now keep stroking me just like that and tell me how wet your panties are getting.”

Claire took a deep breath, her lower belly throbbing with heat. She leaned into it, stroking him with smooth, practiced movements as she knelt there in just her underwear. “They’re soaked,” she whispered, voice thick with arousal. “I can feel it every time I move. You’ve got me so worked up, you perverted old man.”

The new sight of her in nothing but a bra and panties while she jerked him off seemed to drive Vick wild. And Claire, despite the voice in the back of her head screaming how wrong this all was, couldn’t deny how much she was starting to enjoy being this exposed for him. 

Claire’s arousal was becoming harder and harder to hide. Servicing Vick in her bra and panties became the new norm without her even realizing. The heat between her legs never faded. Her nipples strained visibly against the fabric of her bra. Her panties were always soaked by the time she wrapped her hands around his cock and balls. She’d shifted restlessly on her knees, thighs pressing together as she stroked him. 

Vick noticed everything, of course. His beady eyes watched her with growing satisfaction as she pumped his thick, oiled shaft in her soft hand. He reveled at just how far she was falling. His goal was almost at hand. Only a few more steps. 

“You’re squirming again, sweetheart,” he said with a knowing smirk. “That little pussy of yours is aching, isn’t it? Why don’t you take off that bra? Get more comfortable while you jerk me off. It’ll help us feel better.”

Claire’s teeth caught her bottom lip, her hand still sliding smoothly up and down his length. “Vick… I’m already almost naked for you. This is starting to get out of control.”

But he could see the way her breathing had quickened. He kept persuading her in that low, coaxing voice. “Come on, Claire. You know you want to. Those pretty nipples are so hard. Let me look at them. No one’s here but us. Just take it off for me. Please?”

After a short, breathless pause, she gave in. She reached back, unhooked her bra, and let it fall away. Her full breasts spilled free, heavy and flushed. The cool air made her pink nipples tighten even more. 

Vick groaned in appreciation and reached up boldly, cupping one of her boobs in his bony hand. He squeezed gently, his thumb brushing her stiff nipple. “Ohhh, that’s my good girl. Feels nice, doesn’t it?”

Claire gasped softly at his sudden, salacious touch, but didn’t pull away. The sensation sent a fresh rush of wetness into her panties. “Ah… Vick, you shouldn’t be touching me like that. I’m your caretaker,” she whispered, though her hands kept stroking him steadily, almost eagerly. 

He ignored her and continued fondling her breasts anyway, switching between them as she worked his cock. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful… you’re dripping for it, baby. I can see it on your panties,” he muttered, entranced at the feel of her soft skin. “I think you should come here… Lie against me while you stroke. I want to feel that warm body pressed up against mine.”

Claire hesitated, her hands slowing on his thick shaft. This was quickly getting out of hand, but the heat between her legs compelled her to indulge him. “That’s… that’s too much. I can’t be lying on top of you like that while I do this. This is already way beyond—”

She stopped mid-sentence as he gave her breast another firm, pleasurable squeeze. The words died in her throat. A second later, she gave in with a shaky breath.

“O-okay… just for a minute, I suppose if it will help you cum faster,” she murmured, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and secret desire. 

She climbed higher on the bed and lay down beside him to his right, pressing her fully, nearly naked body against his skinny frame. Her bare breasts squished softly against his chest as she reached down and wrapped her hand around his cock again, stroking him slowly in this new, intimate position. 

Vick wrapped an arm around her back, holding her close while his other hand continued to play with her tits. “Hmm, there we go. So warm,” he sighed contentedly. “Doesn’t that feel better? Keep stroking, sweetheart. Tell me how good it feels to be pressed up against me like this.”

Claire’s breathing was ragged. She nuzzled her face against his shoulder, her hand pumping him with long, slick strokes. “I… I feel wrong,” she whispered. “But good… Too good… I don’t know… I shouldn’t be cuddling you naked like this while I jerk you off. This is really getting out of hand, Vick.”

Yet, she didn’t pull away. If anything, she pressed closer, lost in the heated, depraved comfort of his touch. 

Claire lay pressed against his side, breasts warm against his chest as her hand continued to stroke his thick, oiled cock in slow, steady motions, twisting around his tip on the upstroke. The closeness made everything feel even more intense. 

Vick glanced down along her body and smirked. “Those socks are still on. Lose them too, sweetheart. I want to see those pretty feet and feel all of you against me.”

Claire took a moment to contemplate, then shifted slightly. She pointed her toes and peeled the socks off one by one, letting them drop off the edge of the bed. Now she was left in nothing but her panties. 

She draped a long, smooth leg over his skinny thigh, pressing herself even closer. Her wet panties brushed against his skin as she did.

Vick’s hand slid down her back and rested on her ass, holding her there. “That’s better,” he murmured, his face inched from hers. “This is okay, Claire. This is just between us. Our little secret. Even if things may seem… a little unprofessional now, no one has to know how much you enjoy this.”

Claire’s breath hitched. She tried to rationalize it in her head. It’s just closeness… It’s helping him. This is all just for him. No one will ever find out. The excuses felt weaker every time, but the warmth of his body and the ache between her thighs made it easy to push the doubt aside. 

She leaned into it fully. Her right hand kept pumping his cock as their faces stayed dangerously close, sharing the same heated breath. 

Vick groaned softly, his fingers squeezing her plush ass. “I can feel how fucking wet you are, baby. Your panties are soaked. That married pussy is dripping for this old cock, isn’t it?”

Claire panted, her breath hot against his lips, her strokes growing a bit faster. “Yes… I’m so wet right now. How else am I supposed to feel? I mean… look at what we’re doing right now. I’m basically naked against you while I jerk you off.” Her hazel eyes were half-lidded, glazed with desire. She glanced down at her hand gliding up and down his sizable length. Far bigger than her husband. Those naughty fantasies of how he might feel inside her consumed her. “Fuck… I love how your cock throbs in my hand.”

Their faces inched so close that their noses brushed. They panted softly together as she jerked him, her leg draped possessively over his. Vick’s hand roamed her body, squeezing her breasts and twisting her nipple while she pleasured him. 

“Keep going, baby,” he breathed. “Tell me how bad you need this.”

Claire moaned quietly, pressing her forehead against his. “I need this so much… I shouldn’t, but I do. I love making you feel good like this.”

She was completely lost in the moment now, rationalizations forgotten as the dirty talk and closeness pushed her deeper into their blooming affair. 

Claire’s hand moved faster along Vick’s slick cock as she pressed tighter against him. Their faces were inches apart, eyes locked. 

“I love how thick you are,” she whispered hotly, her voice thick with need. “Every time I stroke you, I get wetter. Hmm, my panties are ruined. I can feel my pussy throbbing while I jerk this big… dirty… cock.”

Vick stared into her alluring hazel eyes, breathing just as hard. He wanted her so badly. She needed him equally so. The tension snapped. They leaned in at the same time and kissed sloppily. Tongues slid messily together, lips smacking wetly as Claire kept pumping him with urgent strokes. 

Vick groaned into her mouth. His body tensed from just how heated they’d become. “AUGH! Fuck! Claire! AUUUGHHHHH!”

He came hard. Thick ropes of cum erupted from his cock, splattering across his stomach and chest. Several powerful spurts landed on Claire’s thigh and hip where she was pressed against him. The warm sticky mess coated her skin as she kept stroking him through every pulse, milking him completely. 

They finally pulled their mouths apart, both panting heavily. Claire stared at the mess between them, eyes wide. 

“Fuck… you came so much, Vick,” she purred breathily, her cheeks burning bright red as she began to reel in everything that happened. 

Vick let out a long, satisfied groan and sank back against the pillows. “Goddamn, that was amazing, sweetheart.”

Claire blinked a few times, trying to regain some focus. She slowly pulled away from his body and reached for a towel. Her hands trembled slightly as she wiped the cum from her thigh and hip, then gently cleaned his stomach and chest. 

“That… that… just happened,” she said quietly, almost to herself. “We can’t… I can’t keep doing this.”

Vick smirked, still catching his breath. He glanced down at his softening, but still impressive cock and gave it a lazy wave in his hand. “You sure about that? Because that kiss and the way you were talking… I think you want a whole lot more than just your hand jerking me off. Don’t you, baby?”

Claire’s gaze followed his hand. She knew exactly where this was heading. Her body was screaming for it. She was so incredibly hungry that for a second, she actually considered it. Her panties were clinging to her wetly. She was about to lean back in, about to do something she might regret. 

Then her phone rang loudly from the nightstand. 

She got startled, then the sound cut through the heavy air like a slap. She glanced at the screen; it was Daniel. 

She quickly grabbed the phone and answered, trying to steady her voice. “Hey, honey,” she said, a little breathless. “Yeah… I’m just finishing up with Vick. Everything is fine.”

Vick watched her with clear disappointment on his face. His expression said everything. Things were just about to get good. He was at the cusp of fucking her at last. He let out a quiet sigh and leaned back, his cum-streaked stomach still glistening. His eyes never left her basically naked body as she knelt beside him. 

Claire nodded along to whatever Daniel was saying, her free hand unconsciously brushing a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. “Yeah, I’ll be home soon. Love you too.” She hung up and set the phone down, exhaling shakily. 

“I need to go home now,” she said, avoiding Vick’s eyes as she reached for her clothes.

Vick clicked his tongue. “Augh, we were just about to have some real fun, sweetheart. You know that.”

Claire gave him a pointed look, but it wasn’t as sharp as it used to be. There was heat in her cheeks and a lingering hunger in her eyes. “Nothing was going to happen,” she insisted, though her voice lacked full conviction. “That… we just got carried away for a second. That’s all.”

She stood up quickly and dressed herself, pulling on her bra, scrub top, and pants, before slipping on her socks. Then she helped Vick back into his pajama pants, leaving his robe aside, her movements efficient but still shaky. 

Vick watched her the entire time with that knowing smirk. As she finished adjusting his pants, he gently caught her hand. 

“Get ready for next time, Claire,” he said softly, his thumb brushing her knuckles. “I think we both know where this is heading. And I don’t think you mind as much as you’re pretending.”

Claire paused. She knew exactly where this was leading. Part of her was terrified. Another, much louder part was already throbbing with anticipation. She didn’t pull her hand away immediately. She didn’t shut him down. 

Unsteady, she gave a small, nervous breath and finally slipped her hand free. “Goodnight, Vick.”

She turned toward the door, but the lack of a firm denial hung in the air between them as she left. 

Claire spent the rest of that evening and the following morning in a constant state of anxious, aching arousal. 

She was unbearably hungry. The kind of deep, throbbing itch that made it hard to focus on anything else. That night, she tried to initiate something with Daniel. She kissed his neck, pressed her body against him, and let her hand wander down his stomach. But he was tired after a long day and gently turned her down with a sleepy kiss on the forehead. 

“Not tonight, babe. I’m wiped,” he murmured, already rolling over. 

Claire lay beside him, frustrated and unsatisfied. Her pussy ached. She waited until she was sure he was asleep, then slipped her hand into her panties. She rubbed her swollen clit desperately, trying to chase the release she needed so badly. But no matter how fast or how hard she touched herself, thinking of Vick’s thick cock and the way he had looked at her, touched her, the orgasm stayed just out of reach. She finally gave up, sweaty and even more worked up than before. 

The next morning in the shower, the urge was still there. She shaved herself and her mound completely smooth, taking extra time to make sure every inch was soft and bare. She told herself it was just for hygiene. Just in case. A completely hypothetical thing that probably wouldn’t happen. 

But her body knew better. Her nipples stayed hard the entire drive to Vick’s house. Her panties were already damp by the time she pulled into the driveway. She kept telling herself she would end it today. She would be firm, professional, and put a stop to this madness. 

You’re married. You love Daniel. This has gone too far. 

Yet every action betrayed her. She had chosen the nicest black lace panties and a matching bra. She had spent extra time on her hair and even put on a touch of perfume. As she walked up to the front door, her heart pounded with a mix of guilt and undeniable excitement. 

She knew what was bound to happen. And despite every rational thought screaming at her to stop, she couldn’t bring herself to turn around. 

She stepped inside and saw Vick in his recliner, already watching her with that hungry, knowing smirk. 

“Morning, Claire,” he greeted as his eyes drifted down her body. “You look extra pretty today.”

Claire swallowed hard, feeling that fresh rush of heat between her legs. The words she had rehearsed completely vanished from her mind. 

There was this thick, quiet tension in the house from the moment Claire stepped inside. She moved through her usual tasks with a distracted mind, hyperaware of every glance Vick sent her way. She had no idea why she was even attracted to this short, balding, crude old man. Maybe it was the contrast of his surprisingly big, thick cock. Maybe it was his shameless, dirty behavior. Or maybe it was simply the intense taboo nature of it all. A married woman letting her elderly patient use her like this. 

Whatever the reason, the ache between her legs refused to go away. 

Later that afternoon, Vick shifted in his recliner and looked up at her with that familiar smirk.

My back is acting up a bit today,” he said casually. “I think I want to lie down in bed a little early. Help me get settled?”

Claire’s heart skipped. She knew exactly where this was heading. Part of her wanted to refuse, to keep some last shred of professionalism. But her body was already responding.

She helped him up and walked him slowly to the bedroom. Once inside, Vick sat on the edge of the bed and grinned at her again, waiting. 

Claire stood there for a long moment, staring at him. The internal battle lasted only a few seconds before lust won. Without saying a word, she turned and quietly closed the bedroom door, then locked it. The soft click sounded louder than it should have. 

She moved to Vick and began undressing him. She untied his robe and slid it off his shoulders, then pulled his pajama pants down his legs. His cock sprang free, already half-hard. She stared at it for a second, then began to lose her own clothes. 

Her scrub top came off, followed by her bra. Her full breasts spilled free, nipples already stiff. She bent down, peeled off her socks, then pushed her scrub pants down her legs, and stepped out of them. She stood there in just her black panties, breathing a little faster. 

Before she could climb onto the bed, Vick’s voice stopped her. 

“Lose the panties too, darling,” the old man said, his eyes dark with hunger. “I want you completely naked for me today.”

Claire hesitated for half a breath. Her thumbs already found their way into the waistband. Then she pushed them down her thighs and let them drop to the floor. She was now fully naked in front of him, her mound freshly shaved smooth. 

Vick licked his lips slowly as his eyes roamed over Claire’s fully naked body. He took in her perfect boobs, the gentle curve of her hips, and especially her smooth mound. 

“Goddamn, look at you,” he murmured, voice thick with appreciation. “So fucking beautiful. Hmmm, you shaved the pussy just for me, didn’t you?”

Claire blushed deeply, her cheeks burning as she stood there with her arms nervously at her sides, completely exposed to him. The way he looked at her made her feel both embarrassed and incredibly desired. 

She reached for the bottle of baby oil on the nightstand out of habit, but Vick caught her wrist. 

“Enough of that,” he said. “Come here.”

He pulled her onto the bed and kissed her hard. Claire melted into it almost immediately. Their mouths moved together sloppily, tongues sliding and swirling as the kiss grew wet and desperate. She moaned softly into his mouth, one hand sliding down between them to wrap around his thick, hardening cock. She stroked him slowly as they made out. 

“Mmm… this is so wrong,” she whispered breathlessly against his lips between kisses. “I shouldn’t be doing any of this.”

Vick groaned and kissed her deeper, his hand reaching over to squeeze her ass. “No one will know, sweetheart. This is just between us. Our fun little secret.”

He pulled back slightly, eyes dark with lust as he looked at her. “Now be a good girl and suck my cock. I want to feel that pretty mouth on me.”

Claire’s eyes widened, startled at his bold request. She froze for a moment, lips parted. But the overwhelming need inside her won out almost instantly. Without another word, she slid down his body and settled between his skinny legs. 

She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, leaned in, and took him into her warm, wet mouth. A soft, muffled moan vibrated around him as she began to suck. 

Claire let out another moan as she took him deeper. The taste of him, slightly salty, masculine, and unmistakably Vick, only made her hornier. Her pussy throbbed and dripped with need as she worked him slowly at first, her tongue swirling around his thick head while her soft lips slid up and down his shaft. 

Vick groaned and slid his fingers into her long blonde hair, gently guiding her rhythm. He didn't force her, just played with the soft strands and undid her loose bun as she sucked him. 

Claire grew bolder as she went on. She pulled off for a second, stroking him with her hand as she looked up at him with glassy eyes. “You taste so good,” she whispered huskily. “I can’t believe I’m sucking your cock like this… my dirty old patient.”

She dove back down eagerly, bobbing her head with slow, twisting motions that made Vick’s toes curl. Her tongue pressed firmly along the underside as she took more of him into her warm, wet mouth. Wet sucking, soft gags, and heavy slurping filled the room as she grew sloppier and more enthusiastic. 

Vick watched her intently, groaning deeply as she swallowed him whole again. “Fuuuuck, that’s it, baby. You look so pretty sucking my cock. Best caretaker ever, hehe.”

After a few more minutes of her eager sucking, Vick gently tugged her hair and pulled her off him. A thick string of saliva stretched from her swollen lips to the shiny tip of his cock. 

“I need to be inside you,” he rasped, breathing hard. “Right now.”

Claire pulled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her chest heaved as she stared at his throbbing, saliva-coated cock. Without a word, she climbed up his body and straddled his skinny hips, hovering over him as she lined his tip up with her entrance. Her soaked pussy lips brushed against his thick head. She rubbed it slowly up and down her slick folds, teasing both of them. A soft, needy whimper escaped her lips as the last shreds of doubt finally melted away. 

“I can’t believe I’m about to cheat on my husband,” she whispered, her voice trembling with lust and disbelief.

Vick’s bony hands moved to her thighs, gripping them firmly and squeezing the soft flesh. “You’re doing it, baby,” he growled. “Now take this cock.”

Claire bit her lip hard, then slowly sank down onto him. Inch by thick inch, he stretched her open until he was buried to the hilt inside her tight, married pussy. Her eyes fluttered, and a long, breathy moan spilled from her mouth as she felt every ridge and vein of him filling her completely. 

“Oh my god…” she gasped, sitting fully on him for a moment to adjust. The fullness was overwhelming in the best way. “So fucking big… Hmmm.”

Then she began to ride. Her hips rolled in slow, deep motions at first, lifting and sinking back down as her boobs bounced gently with every movement. She braced her hands on his chest, eyes half-lidded with pleasure as she gradually picked up the pace. 

Vick groaned beneath her, his hands staying firmly on her thighs, guiding her movements. “That’s it, baby. Ride that fucking cock. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Claire could only moan in response, already lost in the feeling of him deep inside her. 

She continued to ride him eagerly, her hips rising and falling with growing urgency. The wet squelching sounds of her slick pussy sliding up and down his thick cock filled the room. She bent down, pressing her breasts against his chest as she kissed him deeply, tongues tangling in a messy dance. 

She didn’t even think about protection. The thought never crossed her mind in that moment. 

Vick reveled in it, groaning into her mouth as he grabbed her ass, squeezing her soft cheeks hard. He thrust up to meet her, driving himself deeper with each bounce. 

Claire pulled back from the kiss with a gasp. She sat up straight again, her hands planted on his chest for leverage as she rode him faster. Vick slid his hands up from her ass to her boobs, groping them greedily, brushing his thumbs over her stiff nipples. 

She moaned loudly and grabbed his wrists, holding them against her tits as she continued bouncing on his cock. Her head fell back slightly, lips parted in pleasure. 

“Ah ah ah… Ouuhh… Hmmm… Fuck, you’re so deep,” she panted, voice thick with lust. “I can’t believe how good your cock feels inside me.”

Vick squeezed her breasts tighter, thrusting up harder. “That’s my dirty married slut. Riding my old cock like you were made for it. Augh… Ouuhhaa… Your husband has no idea his wife is bouncing on another man’s dick right now, does he?”

Claire whimpered, her pace becoming frantic. “No… he doesn’t. I’m such a bad wife… but I can’t stop… You feel too fucking good.”

She ground down on him harder, making small, tight circles with her hips. The dirty words pushed her closer and closer to that edge she had been wanting so desperately. 

Vick groaned at the sudden tight clench of her pussy around him. He pinched her nipples, bracing himself. “Cum on my cock, darling. Let me feel that married pussy squeeze me.”

That was all it took. Claire’s eyes rolled back as a powerful orgasm crashed through her. Her body shuddered violently on top of him, her pussy pulsing and fluttering around his cock as she came hard. A loud, broken moan escaped her as she kept riding through the waves of pleasure. 

Claire panted heavily on top of him, her body still trembling from the intense orgasm. She had never cum like that ever. Even with her husband on their best nights. “Hah… Ah ah… That… was amazing. Hmmm,” she purred. A satisfied smile spread across her flushed face as she leaned down and kissed him again, slow and deep. 

Vick grinned against her lips and gave her ass a playful spank, making her yelp softly into his mouth.

Then, with surprising strength, he suddenly gripped her thighs and flipped her onto her back. Claire gasped as he settled between her spread legs. He pushed back inside her with one smooth thrust and began fucking her with steady, fluid motions, his hips rolling deep and rhythmic with surprising dexterity. 

“Oh fuck!” she moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders. “Vick… Ouuhhhh… Mhmmm!”

She instinctively wrapped her long legs around his waist as he drove into her. “I… ah ah ah… Though you had back problems and… Mfuck! Ohhh! Arthritis,” she gasped between moans, half laughing.

Vick chuckled, still thrusting steadily. “I lied, sweetheart. It comes and goes when it’s convenient.”

Claire let out a bright giggle that quickly melted into another moan. “I knew it, you sneaky old bastard.” She pulled him closer, nails digging into his back. “Don’t stop… fuck me just like that.”

Vick groaned, picking up the pace a little. “You feel… augh… ohhh. Incredible. So tight and wet for me. This married pussy is mine right now, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Claire moaned loudly, her head tilting back against the pillow. “It’s yours right now… God, you’re so deep. I love how you fuck me.”

He leaned down and kissed her neck, thrusting harder. She tilted her head to the side slightly to give him better access. “That’s it. Moan for me, Claire. Let me hear how much you love this cock stretching you.”

Claire’s moans grew louder and needier with every thrust, her legs tightening around him as pleasure continued to build inside her once again. 

As Vick kissed and sucked her neck, Claire wrapped her arms around him tightly, pulling him closer. Her fingers tangled in what little hair he had on the back of his head. 

She then happened to glance over at the closet mirror beside the bed, and the sight made her eyes widen. His smaller, skinnier, pale body pressed against her curvier, fuller figure, wider hips, toned stomach, and full breasts. The stark contrast was incredibly arousing as she watched his narrow hips move between her spread thighs.

They were both sweaty now, skin sliding together as he kept thrusting steadily with deep, mind-melting strokes. 

Vick suddenly adjusted the angle of his hips and drove deeper. The thick head of his cock bumped firmly against her cervix with each thrust, hitting that sensitive spot that made her see stars. 

“Ouhhhh! Fuck— right there! Hmmm… uh uh uh… ohhhh!” Claire gasped, her eyes fluttering. Every time he hit that deep weak spot, pleasure shot through her like electricity.

“Augh… Ouuhhhhaaa! I’m gonna cum,” Vick groaned against her neck. 

Claire felt his cock swell inside her. She wrapped her legs tighter around his skinny waist and pulled him deeper with her arms. “Cum inside me,” she whispered breathlessly. “Cum… do it.”

Vick thrust one final time balls-deep and came hard. A low, raspy groan escaped him as his cock pulsed strongly inside her. “FUCKING TAKE IT ALL! EEAYYYYYYAAAAA!” Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her pussy, splashing against her cervix. Claire’s hazel eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy as she felt every powerful spurt. His heavy balls contracted rhythmically against her ass with each release. 

The feeling pushed her over the edge, too. She orgasmed hard around him, her pussy milking his cock in tight, fluttering waves. A loud, shaky moan tore from her throat as she clung to him, her curvier body trembling violently against his smaller frame. Her vision blurred around the edges as the intense pleasure rolled through her. 

“Ouuuuhhhhh! Ffffuuucckkkkk!”

Vick gave her a few more deep, shuddering pumps, emptying the last of his load deep inside her before finally stilling. They stayed locked together, both panting heavily, bodies slick with sweat as they rode out their orgasmic highs. 

Claire let out a long, shaky breath and slowly unwrapped her arms and legs from around him. Vick rolled off her with a satisfied groan, lying on his back beside her. They both breathed hard, chests rising and falling as they stared at the ceiling. 

After a moment, Vick turned his head toward her with a lazy grin. “So… was it worth it?”

Claire bit her lip, still trying to catch his breath. As fucked up as it was, cheating on her husband in the middle of the afternoon with an old man she was supposed to be taking care of, the answer came rather easily. 

“Yeah,” she admitted softly, a small, guilty smile tugging at her lips. “It was.”

She rolled onto her side and pressed herself against him again, draping one leg over his thigh. Her hand came up to gently grab his chin, turning his face toward hers.

“This is so dangerous,” she whispered, her glazed, hazel eyes searching his. “I can get into serious trouble for doing this.”

Vick rested a hand on her hip and gave her a reassuring squeeze. “No one’s going to find out. This stays between us. I promise, darling.”

Claire shook her head slightly, but the smile never left her face. She leaned in and kissed his lips softly, letting it linger for a few seconds before pulling away.

She sat up slowly, feeling the warm trickle of cum leaking from her pussy. She stood and headed toward the bathroom, completely naked. Vick watched her go, eyes fixed on the sway of her ass and the sight of his seed slowly running down her inner thighs. 

Claire glanced back over her shoulder and gave a small, playful smile.

Vick raised an eyebrow, still lying there with a satisfied grin. “Another round?”

Claire paused at the doorway. She gave him a small nod, her cheeks still flushed. “Maybe… just a quick one before I have to leave.”

To be continued…