A Helping Hand Ch. 03 (Official) (Patreon)

Claire left Vick’s house that evening with his cum still warm inside her and the taste of him lingering on her tongue. She drove home in silence, her hands gripping the wheel tightly as her mind replayed every depraved moment over and over again. The way she had locked that bedroom door without even taking a second to hesitate. How easily she had stripped naked for him. The stretch of his cock filling her, the way she had so eagerly ridden him and then allowed him to cum deep inside her. She even agreed to a second round.

She could not believe how willing she had been through all of it. Everything from the first blowjob, she had followed along with all of Vick’s very questionable and lewd requests any normal person would have rejected outright. 

At a red light, she pressed her thighs together and felt the slow leak of him seeping into her panties. The sticky sensation made her stomach twist with guilt and something darker she didn’t want to accept. She had cheated. There was no dancing around that. She had let her elderly patient fuck her, and she had loved every second of it. The orgasm he gave her had been sharper and deeper than anything she usually felt with Daniel. The weight of that truth sat heavily on her chest the entire drive home. 

Daniel was sitting in the living room when she walked in. He looked up with a warm smile and asked about her day as he usually did. Claire forced herself to sound normal, her voice a little raspy from all the moaning she had done earlier. She told him that Vick had been particularly demanding and that her back was sore from helping him around the house. All believable lies. She kissed him on the cheek and went straight to the shower.

She thoroughly washed herself under the hot water, watching the last traces of Vick’s seed swirl down the drain. She scrubbed her skin until it was pink, as if she could erase what had happened. But the memory stayed, permanently ingrained. The weight of his body between her legs. The filthy things he had said while thrusting into her. The way she had orgasmed so hard her vision blurred. She braced one hand against the tiled wall and subconsciously slipped the other between her legs, rubbing herself in quick, quiet circles. She bit her lip so that Daniel wouldn’t hear when she came. 

“Fuck,” Claire whispered, her voice shaky as she stood straight and shut off the shower. 

That night she lay beside her husband and stared at the ceiling. Every rational thought told her she had to stop. To forget it and let it die with time. She loved Daniel. This could cost her everything. Yet, the more she tried to convince herself, the more her mind drifted back to Vick’s big juicy cock and the way it had felt buried deep inside her. She told herself it had only been the heat of the moment. That she needed the release after weeks of unbearable tension of her own doing. That it would never happen again.

She kept telling herself that for the next three days. 

Every morning Claire woke up determined to put an end to this. Vick had his fun, so did she, but this all had to stop. She rehearsed the words in the shower. She practiced the firm tone she would use, reminding herself of Daniel’s face and the life she had built. Little by little, she had somewhat felt composed enough to keep her distance from Vick and resist his tempting pull. 

The certainty never lasted. 

When the following week arrived, she drove to his house with her stomach tight. The closer she got, the memory of how his cock felt inside her grew annoyingly persistent. Her thighs were clenched, and her panties were moistened. When she parked in the driveway, she sat there for a full minute with the engine off, staring at the front door. She knew exactly where the afternoon was likely to end if she went inside. The knowledge made her heart race with a tantalizing thrill she didn’t want to admit. 

She went in anyway. Not that she had a choice.

Vick was already in the kitchen when she entered the front door, seated at the small table in his usual robe. He looked up the moment she appeared and gave her that same, crooked, knowing smile. She set her bag down, checked his medication, and began preparing his lunch without a greeting. Neither of them mentioned what had happened days before. The silence between them was thick enough to feel.

Claire placed the plate in front of him and sat across the table, hands folded in her lap, legs crossed. Vick ate slowly, eyes never leaving her for long. She had tried to keep her gaze away, looking at the window, the table, even her phone to keep away from his face. Her body was already reacting. A low ache settled between her legs. She pressed her thighs together under the table and hoped he wouldn’t notice.

After a few slow bites, he set his fork down. 

“So,” the old man said casually but directly. “You gonna let me fuck you again today or what?”

The bluntness of it hit her like a slap. Claire’s breath caught, and she immediately met his eyes. Her mind immediately shouted no. She had to shut this down right now. She needed to stand up, tell him it was over, and walk out before things went any further. The words formed clearly in her head. 

But instead of speaking her mind, she bit her lip. 

Her thighs clenched harder under the table. Heat flooded her face and spread lower. She could feel herself getting wet just from the way he was looking at her with the beady, hungry eyes, waiting, already certain of her answer. The refusal stayed trapped behind her teeth. All that came out was a quiet, shaky breath. 

Vick watched her closely, the corner of his mouth curling upon seeing that familiar shifting in her seat. He did not push. He simply waited, chewing another bite of food while the silence stretched and Claire sat there fighting her thoughts in plain view. 

She just sat there and stared, her pretty hazel eyes wide with disbelief while her pussy throbbed with need. The fact that he wasn’t dancing around this was off-putting. But it was also strangely exciting. No… I can’t do this… Not again. I end it now. She tried to reason with herself one last time. However, that itch deep in her core had different plans for her.

Clothes lay scattered in a messy trail from the kitchen to the living room. Her scrub top lay halfway on the table. His robe draped over a chair. Her bra, panties, and socks lay in a small heap near the couch. Claire found herself completely naked on her knees between Vick’s skinny legs, his thick cock sliding in and out of her mouth. 

She sucked him with slow, wet pulls, one hand wrapped around the base while the other rested on his thigh. The taste of him filled her senses, salty and heavy, making her hopelessly aroused for more. Spit ran down his shaft and over her fingers. She made soft, muffled sounds each time she took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she shamelessly swallowed him whole.

Vick sat back on the couch with his legs spread, one hand resting in her blonde hair. His bony fingers combed through the loose strands, then tightened just enough to guide her rhythm. 

“Fuckkkk… that’s it, darling,” he muttered roughly, his head falling back as she took him down her tight, wet throat. “Figured you didn’t have enough… You were fighting it so hard at the table. Now look where you are.”

Claire’s eyes lifted to his wrinkly old face. Her soft lips stayed stretched around him, spit glistening and dripping on her chin. The shame burned in her chest, but it only made her suck harder. She had told herself no. She sat there with her thighs clenched and her mind screaming to stop. She was sure this would be the end. But instead, she stood up, took his hand, and let him lead her out of the kitchen. Clothes came off without being asked, and she dropped to her knees the moment he sat down. 

She was falling for it all over again, and she knew it. She wanted it. 

Vick’s fingers stroked through her hair, then gripped her firmer. “Auughhh… Fuck, your mouth feels so good. Mfuck… Keep looking at me like that, and I’m gonna make a mess of that pretty face.” He gave a short, pleased groan as she took him deeper, the head of his cock pressing against the back of her throat. “You love this, don’t you? Sucking the old man who pays for your time? Hehe… you naughty little wife. Didn’t think I had it in me, huh?”

Claire moaned around him, the vibration making his hips twitch and his head fall back in pure bliss. She pulled back just enough to catch her breath, tongue dragging along the underside of his veiny shaft before she took him in again. Her free hand slid lower and cupped his heavy balls, rolling them gently while she sucked. Spit dripped onto the floor between her knees in obscene strings. Her pussy ached, also dripping steadily onto her inner thighs. 

She kept her eyes on him the whole time. There was no more pretending she was only doing this to help him. She wanted him on her tongue. She wanted the filthy words. She wanted to feel him lose control because of her. The last of her resolve had crumbled the second she entered his house. 

Vick’s grip on her hair tightened as his breathing grew heavier. “Hah hah… That’s it… fuck… oouuhhh yeahhhh… Keep sucking. Show me how much you need this cock.”

Claire pulled off with a wet sound, a thin string of saliva still connecting her lower lip to the head of his shiny cock. She wrapped her hand around him and stroked slowly, twisting her wrist on the upward pull the way she had learned he liked. She nibbled on her lip from the feel of his thick shaft, slick with her spit, throbbing against her palm.

The familiar sense of thrill that got her tangled into this mess rushed through her all over again. Sitting naked on the living room floor between a dirty old man’s legs, jerking him off while her own body ached for more, made her feel dangerously alive. Every stroke reminded her how far she had already fallen and how little she wanted to climb back out.

She looked up at him, still working her hand over him steadily. 

“If we’re really going to keep doing this,” she said with a low but firm voice, her cheeks flushed with arousal. “It stays between us. Completely. No one finds out, ever. Not the agency. Not your family, friends, not anyone. Understood?”

Vick’s mouth stretched into a wide, satisfied grin. This was it. Her final descent. “Of course, of course. Crystal clear, sweetheart. Our secret. I ain’t saying a word to nobody.”

Claire kept stroking him, thumb brushing over the sensitive ridge beneath his leaking head. “And you keep putting in a good word for me. Tell them I’m the best caretaker you’ve ever had... Just don’t make it obvious. Nothing that could raise questions. Got it?” 

He groaned as her grip tightened slightly. His hips lifted into her hand for more. “Yeah… yeah… I got it. I’ll keep singing your praises… Mhmmm… whatever you want, darling.”

A small smile curved at her lips, satisfied and assured. She leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the tip of his cock, tasting the bead of salty precum that had gathered there. Then, she rose from her knees, climbed up onto the couch, and straddled his skinny hips. Her wet pussy brushed against the underside of his shaft as she settled over him, both of them already breathing harder from the anticipation. 

She reached down, guiding him into place, and sank onto him in one slow, steady motion until he was buried inside.

Claire settled fully onto him, taking every inch until her ass rested against his thighs. A soft, broken moan slipped out of her as she adjusted to the stretch of his delicious size. She stayed like that for a moment, hands braced on his chest, feeling him throb deep inside her. Then, mounting her ankles over his thighs, she began to move. 

She rolled her hips in slow, deliberate circles, lifting just enough to feel the drag of his cock against her walls before sinking back down. The wet squelch filled the living room. Each downward slide pulled another breathy moan from her throat. She then reached back with one hand, finding the loose elastic holding her ponytail, and tugged it free, allowing her long locks to spill over her shoulders and down her back in soft waves. 

Vick groaned beneath her, beady eyes locked on the way her perfect, full breasts swayed with every movement. “Auughh… fuck… so beautiful… Ouuhh… hah… That’s it… keep riding it just like that, darling.”

“Ah… Mhmmm… you feel so good, Vick,” she purred, her hazel eyes half-lidded and glazed with lust as she rode him. “Ouuhh… so… hmmm! Fucking big…”

Claire leaned forward and captured his mouth in a deep, messy kiss. Their tongues met immediately, sliding together as she kept rolling her hips. Vick’s hands slid down her back and gripped her plush ass hard. The feel of his fingers sinking into her soft flesh, pulling her tighter against him with every downward motion, made her stomach flutter with pure arousal. 

She shifted, planting the soles of her feet on the couch cushions on either side of his thighs for better leverage. The new angle let her rise higher and drop harder. She started bouncing more eagerly, the wet slap of skin on skin growing louder. Vick met her rhythm with sharp, upward thrusts, driving himself up each time she came down.

“Ah ah ah… Hah… Ouuhhh!” Claire moaned shamelessly against his lips, her eyes fluttering each time she felt him slam against her cervix, sending shocks of pleasure through her. 

Any last thread of doubt left her for good. The guilt, the fear of getting caught, the thought of her husband, all of it dissolved under the raw heat of being fucked so good. She was drunk on the taboo of it all. On the stretch of his cock, on the way he groaned in her mouth, on the filthy freedom of taking what she wanted from this old man in his own living room couch. 

They broke the kiss with a shared gasp. Claire stayed arched over him, hair hanging around both their faces, still riding hard. Vick wasted no time. He lowered his head and latched his mouth over one of her boobs, sucking her nipple between his lips while his tongue flicked over the stiff peak. His other hand stayed locked on her ass, pulling and guiding her pace as he thrust up to meet her. 

“Mmm! Vick! Mfuck!” Claire moaned as her head tipped back. Her eyes were wide with aroused excitement, watching him switch to her other boob, sucking greedily. She kept moving, using the leverage of her feet to slam herself down onto him again and again, lost completely in the filthy rhythm they had found. 

Claire’s moans grew louder and more broken the harder she rode him. “Ah… fuck… Vick… Ouhhh… nnnhh… right there… oh god.”

He groaned against her breast, still sucking hungrily. “That’s it… take it… bounce on that cock… fuck, ohhh… You’re so tight. Augh!”

Her pace turned frantic. The wet slap of her ass against his thighs echoed through the room. She slammed herself down again and again, chasing that tight coil building low in her belly. “Hah… Mh! Mh! Mh! I’m gonna… Ah ah ah! Vick—”

Her eyes rolled back as her orgasm crashed through her. Her whole body shuddered hard on top of him. A long shaky cry tore from her throat while her pussy clenched and fluttered around his cock, creaming all over him in warm, slick pulses. She kept grinding through it, trembling as she rode out the pleasure pulsing over her.

Vick winced, feeling the heavenly clench of her walls around him, eagerly milking and contracting on his cock. “Fuck me… Augghhh,” the old man grunted just as he gave her ass a firm spank that made her yelp mid-orgasm. “Good girl… now get on your stomach. I need to keep fucking you good.”

Claire climbed off him on unsteady legs, still twitching with every slight movement. She stretched out along the length of the couch on her stomach, one cheek pressed to the cushion, arms wrapping tightly around a throw pillow. Vick moved behind her and mounted her in one smooth motion. His cock, slick with her arousal, slid back into her soaked pussy with a lewd wet sound. 

He wasted no time fucking her in deep, steady strokes. Claire hugged the pillow tighter and moaned into it. “Ohhhh… yes… just like that… fuck me…”

Every time the head of his cock dragged across that sensitive spot inside her, her ankles crossed behind him and her feet lifted off from the couch in a helpless kick. Vick leaned over her, his wiry old body slotting perfectly against her curves, his chest against her back, and kept thrusting. Their skin was already slick with sweat. The couch creaked under their filthy fucking.

“Listen to that wet little pussy,” he growled into her ear. “Taking this cock so well. You love it, don’t you?”

“Y-yes,” Claire gasped, turning her face just enough to speak, her cheeks deeply flushed with arousal. “I love it… fuck, I love how deep you get inside me… harder…”

He gave her exactly that. He snapped his hips forward with more force, her ass rippling as they met. “That’s my dirty married slut. Pretty and moaning for me while I rail you on my couch. Your husband have any idea how good this pussy feels?”

“No… he doesn’t… ah! Fuck! Mhmmm! Don’t stop!”

Vick’s breathing turned ragged. His thrusts grew shorter and deeper. “Shit… I’m getting… augh! Close. I’m gonna fill you up.”

Claire nodded against the pillow, her voice thick and needy. “Do it… cum inside me, Vick…”

He dropped his full weight onto her back, arms wrapping tight around her middle, locking her in place. His hips slammed forward one last time and stayed buried. Claire felt him swell and then pulse hard. “Here it fucking comes! Take it! AUUUGHHHHHH! FUUUUCCCKKK!” Vick roared desperately as thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her in strong spurts. He shuddered against her, groaning low and rough as he gave her several deep, grinding pumps with every pulse, forcing his virile seed as far inside her as it would go. 

The feeling of him emptying inside her pushed Claire over the edge again. Her pussy clamped down around him in tight, rhythmic waves, milking him for every drop while she moaned brokenly into the pillow. “Fuck… ouuuhhhh… Hmmm… Fill me up, Vick…” They stayed locked together like that, sweaty and trembling, until the last weak pulse left him and both of them went limp. 

Claire lay there, panting hard. She twitched every now and then from the oversensitivity still buzzing through her body. She’d expected the guilt to creep back in, but oddly enough, it didn’t. Just another rush of thrill that made her hungry for more. 

She was really into it now. And she didn’t plan on stopping.

Since that day, this new arrangement settled into something regular. 

Claire still arrived on schedule. She still prepared his meals, reminded him about his pills, helped him stretch, and kept the house from falling into the same mess it had been when she arrived. The difference lay in what happened after all the official work was finished. Some days it was her mouth. Other days it was just her hand. But most days it ended with her on her back, on her knees, or riding him until they were both spent and satisfied. She had come to anticipate each visit, always eager to get to Vick’s place as early as possible. 

At home, she played the part without raising any concern. She kissed Daniel when she walked through that door. She asked about his day. Sat across from him at dinner and laughed at the same stories. When he reached for her at night and wanted to make love, she’d usually let him, even if her mind was drifting elsewhere. She washed thoroughly, timed her showers, and never left a mark or a smell that could give her away. She always made sure the wedding band went back on her fingers the moment she left Vick’s driveway.

But at Vick’s house, the ring came off. 

She belonged to him for those hours of the day. He would call her sweetheart while she folded his laundry. He would grab her ass when she bent over to pick something up. She would roll her eyes and continue working, but her body already knew how the afternoon would end. The extra care she gave him was far from professional now. It was mixed with the slow, thrilling heat of knowing she’d be naked for him before she left.

One morning, she stopped by the agency office to pick up a fresh supply of his blood pressure medications and a new bottle of arthritis pills, which she now realized he hardly needed. Her supervisor spotted her at the counter and came over with a bright expression. 

“Ah, Claire, perfect timing. I wanted to catch you.”

Claire glanced up from the clipboard and returned a polite smile. “Morning. Just grabbing Mr. Lampert’s refills before I head over. What do you need?”

Her supervisor leaned in a little and spoke to her with a low, please voice. “His family called again yesterday. They said he’s in the best mood they’ve seen in years. He actually looks forward to the visits. Mr. Lampert himself told them you’re the best caretaker he’s ever had. He even mentioned how patient you are and how you go the extra mile.”

Claire's stomach fluttered at hearing that last part, but she kept her face even. “Extra mile” was an understatement. 

“That’s… good to hear. I’m just doing my job, nothing much.”

“How did you do it?” the supervisor asked with genuine curiosity. “I thought that man was hopeless after what happened to the last two we sent him.”

Claire forced a smile. The most recent memory of his cock in her mouth on the living room couch flashed through her mind, followed by the way he had fucked her silly afterward. She swallowed and shrugged like it was nothing. 

“I just listen,” she said casually. “I don’t fight him on every little thing. Once he realized I wasn’t going to walk out, he settled down. That’s really all it is.”

Her supervisor simply nodded, clearly impressed. “Well, whatever you’re doing, keep it up. The family is happy. The agency is happy.” She carefully glanced around and leaned closer, whispering, “There’s even talk of adjusting your rate if this continues. But you didn’t hear that from me.”

Claire signed for the medications, thanked her, and walked back to the car with the paper bag in hand. The smile dropped the second the office door closed behind her. She sat behind the wheel for a moment, staring at the bag of pills. She already felt her pussy getting wet and her body heating up from what was bound to come the second she stepped through Vick’s door. 

The lie she told her supervisor had come out smoothly. Too smoothly. It was almost uncanny how good she was at it. Letting out a long sigh, she set the bag aside and started the engine, already excited to let him have her again. 

Claire let herself in with the spare key and set the paper bag and her purse on the kitchen counter. Vick was already in his usual spot on his recliner, robe loosely tied, wearing nothing but his boxers underneath, watching her the way he always did. 

She walked straight to him, leaned down, and kissed him on the mouth. It was brief but familiar, the kind of greeting that had become routine. Vick’s bony hand slid around and grabbed a handful of her plush ass through the scrub pants, squeezing her as he kissed her back. 

“Mmm… That’s a proper hello,” he muttered against her soft lips. 

Claire pulled away with a small smirk and straightened. “Hm, good morning, Vick. Let me change first, then I’ll get your breakfast ready.”

She headed down the short hall to the guest room on the first floor. She had started leaving a small stash of clothes at his place weeks ago. He insisted she wear something more comfortable. She listened, of course. Closing the door, she peeled off the light blue scrubs and sat on the edge of the bed to pull off her work shoes and socks. Then, she reached back, unhooked her bra, and let it drop to the pile with the rest of her work clothes. The air felt cool against her bare breasts before she pulled a loose tank top over her head. The top was thin, then kind of draped over her breasts without hiding much when she bent or reached for something. She stepped into some soft cotton shorts last. They rode high on her thighs and sat low on her hips just the way Vick liked.

She glanced at herself in the small mirror on the dresser. The outfit looked far too casual and suggestive for work. It was easy to take off. Easier for his greedy hands. Luckily for her, it was just her and Vick in his house. 

Claire left the guest room and walked back to the living room. Vick’s eyes moved over her body immediately, lingering on her bare legs and the way the shorts clung to her hips, then zeroing in on the loose sway of her breasts under the thin top. 

“Hehe, there she is,” the old man said with a crooked smile. “Much better.”

Claire rolled her hazel eyes, but there was no real protest in it. She crossed the room and stood in front of him, close enough that he could reach her if he wanted. 

“Meds are on the counter,” she said with a teasing little grin, her hands braced on the curves of her hips. “What do you want for lunch?”

Vick’s hand found the back of her thigh, sliding up under the hem of her shorts just far enough to feel warm skin. Claire didn’t step away. She simply looked down at him, waiting for an answer, with the same quiet understanding that had developed between them during their countless lewd encounters. 

Later that afternoon, Claire had him in the shower. It had become yet another regular thing for them. Some days he’d just shower on his own. But more and more often, she just got in with him. Easier to wash him properly, she told herself. Easier to keep an eye on him and ensure he put in the effort to bathe himself properly. However, the real reason she was in the shower stood right in front of her under the spray.

Warm water cascaded over both of them while she worked a washcloth across his chest and shoulders, then down his arms. Vick stood still and let her move around him the way he always did now. 

She soaped his back next, scrubbing slow circles between his shoulder blades. 

“So, I stopped by the office this morning,” she said with a pleased lilt in her voice over the sound of the water. “I was told about the good word you’ve been putting in for me again. I’m even getting a raise soon because of that. Thank you.”

Vick smirked without turning around, shifting slightly as she moved against him. “Of course, anything for you, darling. After all, you did tell me to do that.”

Claire’s mouth curved deviously. She finished his back, then stepped in closer behind him. Her breasts pressed lightly against his wet skin as her soapy hand slid down his stomach and wrapped around his cock. She cupped his balls with her other hand at the same time, rolling them gently while the water rinsed the soap away. 

He hardened almost immediately in her soft grip. 

“There it is,” she murmured against his shoulder, stroking with slow, slick pulls. “You’re such a horny old man; you get hard so fast for me. Hopeless.”

Vick let out a rough chuckle and braced one hand on the tile wall. “Hard not to when you’re playing with me like that in my shower.”

Claire gave a small, amused hum and kept stroking, twisting her wrist on the upstroke the way he liked. “I should be washing you, not this. But you feel so good in my hand. Thick… Warm…” Her fingers tightened a little around the head before sliding back down to the base. “You like when I do this in here, don’t you?”

The old man groaned, his hips shifting back into her touch. “Augh… Fuck me… Keep talking like that, and I’m not gonna last.”

Claire smiled against his wet skin and stroked him a little faster, her soapy fist working him in steady, wet pumps while the shower beat down on both of them.

Vick moaned as her hand kept working him. Claire’s taller, curvier body pressed against his short, wiry one from behind, wet skin to skin. Her full breasts flattened against his back. Her hips nestled against him while she stroked his cock with slow, slick pulls that made his toes curl. 

He continued to brace one hand on the wall and let out another rough groan. “Fuck… Claire… Augh… Do that thing you did a few days ago.”

Claire’s hand slowed on him. She leaned her cheek against his shoulder, her brow arched with curious intrigue. “I thought you didn’t like that?”

Vick shifted his weight, suddenly stiff in a different way. “I never said I didn’t like it. I said it caught me off guard. There’s a difference.” He huffed, staring at the tile instead of looking back at her. “Don’t make this a whole thing. I just… want to try it again. That’s all.”

A smirk tugged at her mouth. “Hmm… Look at you. Getting all defensive. I knew you liked it. That sound you made when you came is kinda hard to forget.”

“Augh, just get to it, woman,” he grunted. “Before I change my mind.”

“Mhm.”

She kissed the back of his neck, then reached past him and shut off the water. The spray cut out at once. Water dripped from their bodies and from the showerhead, the sudden quiet making every small sound sharper. Claire started working her way down.

Her lips dragged over his wet skin, following the line of his spine. Each kiss was unhurried and teasing, making his cock throb and leak profusely onto the shower floor. She sank lower, her hands sliding down his sides until she was on her knees behind him on the floor. 

Claire let go of his cock and put both hands on him and spread his cheeks open, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh. She looked up his old, wiry frame. “You ready, Vick?”

Vick’s ears were red with uncharacteristic embarrassment. He gave a short nod, then forced the word out. “Yes. Do it already.”

Claire leaned in and dragged her tongue over him with a slow, wet lick from the underside of his balls all the way up over his hole. The first pass made him shudder. The second time made his rim twitch against her tongue. She did it again, flattening her tongue and licking him in a long, filthy stroke that left him shiny with spit. 

Vick’s whole body jerked. A deep groan tore out of him as he leaned forward and planted both hands on the wall. 

“Augh… Nhgg… Ohhh… God— Claire, my God.”

She took her time with him. She traced the tight ring with the tip of her tongue, then pressed in firmer, lapping at him until the muscle eased under the wet heat of her mouth. His ass was warm and clean, and surprisingly soft against her face. Every time she pushed her tongue against the center of him, she felt that little clench, then the reluctant give as he let her in. 

Without the water running, she could hear every ragged breath he took. Claire held him spread and worked her tongue against his hole with steady, aroused focus, circling it, flicking it, then sealing her mouth over him and sucking lightly until he cursed under his breath. 

Her pussy slickened with arousal upon hearing his desperate groans and experiencing the musky, hot taste of him. Her stomach fluttered from how thrilling this all was. Eating out the old man she was supposed to take care of was so taboo in the best way. She let out a muffled moan as she moved deeper between his cheeks. 

Vick’s head dropped low. His fingers and toes flexed on the tile. “Augh… yes… that’s it… Don’t you dare say a word about this later.”

Claire hummed against his ass, the vibration making him twitch with pleasure, and reached around him again. Her right hand wrapped back around his cock and started stroking, matching the rhythm of her tongue. He throbbed in her palm harder than before, hips caught between her mouth and her hand. 

She stayed on her knees behind him and kept going, tongue buried against his hole while she pumped his cock, the quiet shower stall filled with dripping water, his reluctant groans, and the wet sound of her lewd pleasuring. 

Claire brushed her damp blonde hair over one shoulder so it would stay out of the way, then pressed in deeper. Her tongue worked against his hole with more intent. She pushed further, licking into him, curling her tongue against the sensitive heat inside while her hand kept pumping his cock in long, twisting strokes. 

Vick’s groans came out louder this time. “Keep going… augh, just like that… don’t stop. Fuck… Augh… Argg, your tongue.”

His hand reached back and found the back of her head. He eagerly pushed her deeper against him. Claire let him guide her. She sealed her mouth over him, slipped her tongue past the rim, and curled it inside in slow, deliberate strokes that made his whole body twitch. Every time she pushed deeper, he clenched around her tongue, then eased, then clenched again.

Vick’s skinny legs shook. A broken, deeper sound tore out of him as his hips jerked between her face and hand. “Fuck… Claire… holy shit… that feels… augh… Hah.”

She kept her tongue moving inside him and stroked his cock faster, twisting at the head, pumping him hard and wet. His heavy balls tightened in her other hand. His wiry frame trembled against the wall. The quiet shower filled with the slick sound of her fist and the filthy noise of her mouth on his ass. 

Vick’s grip on her hair tightened hard. His back arched as the pressure in his cock swelled to the brink in her delicate hand. 

“I’m… Augh— Claire— I’m gonna!”

He came hard with a loud, raw roar that echoed throughout the entire bathroom. “EYYYYYAAHHHHHHGGGG!” 

His cock pulsed hard in her fist and shot thick ropes of cum against the wall in strong, messy spurts, then down onto the wet floor. Claire kept stroking him through every pulse, tongue still buried deep in his ass, milking him while he shook and groaned, emptying himself all over the shower. She only slowed when the last weak dribble leaked over her fingers, and his body finally went slack against the wall. He breathed hard, still holding her head against him as he sighed with satisfaction. 

Vick’s hand finally loosened and slipped from her hair. Claire gave his hole one last slow lick, then pulled back. She licked her lips, tasting his musk, and rose to her feet on the slick shower floor. Water still dripped from her hair and ran down her breasts as she stood behind him. 

She reached around and wrapped her hand around his spent cock again, giving him a few last lazy pumps. He twitched in her grip, oversensitive and still shaky as a weak dribble smeared over her fingers. Only then did she let go. 

Vick stayed braced against the wall a little longer, still catching his breath from that mind-melting orgasm she gave him. When he finally turned his head enough to look at her over his shoulder, his wrinkled face was flushed, and his voice came out rough. 

“Augh… Where the hell… did you learn how to do that?” he managed between heavy pants. 

Claire’s mouth pulled into a mischievous smile. She reached past him and turned the shower back on. Warm water spilled over both of them at once, rinsing the mess off the wall and off her hand. 

“Does it matter?” she replied playfully. 

He let out a short laugh that still sounded a little stunned. “I’m just asking. You don’t exactly look like the type.”

She stepped in closer behind him again and loosely wrapped her arms around his middle while the water ran over them. “Maybe I just pay attention… Or maybe I wanted to see how you’d react.” Her slender fingers brushed his softening cock teasingly. “You seemed to like it well enough.”

Vick shook his head, but he couldn’t help but smirk a little. “You’re something else, you know that?”

Claire kissed the wet skin of his shoulder and kept her arms around him under the spray. “Mhm… I know.”

Things went smoothly after that. 

The visits settled into a rhythm Claire just got used to. She still cooked. She still set out his medication. She still helped him stretch and kept the house in order. Then the work would end and the rest of the afternoon would belong to them. Some days it was quick. Other days it lasted until her legs shook and she could still feel him in her stomach when she returned home. The thrill was beyond addicting. It got under her skin more and more every week. The secrecy. The alluring filth. The way she could walk into his house as his caretaker and leave as the woman who had just let him use her however he wanted. 

She craved it now. The drive over made her wet. The spare key in her hand already felt like a promise of what was to come. 

One afternoon they were in his bedroom. Vick was on his back across the damp, rumpled sheets. His chest rose and fell, his skin slick with sweat. Claire had climbed off him a minute earlier and was still standing by the nightstand, completely naked in her tantalizing glory. His cum leaked down the inside of her thighs in a warm, slow trail. She could feel it cooling on her skin while she caught her breath and took a sip of water. 

Then her phone rang. 

She glanced at the screen and swore under her breath when she saw the agency’s name and number. She answered anyway, keeping her voice even and professional, despite having spent the last hour getting her guts rearranged.

“This is Claire.”

Vick turned his head on the pillow and watched her. From the bed, he had full view of her. The long line of her back. The curve of her ass. Her bare legs standing there in the middle of his bedroom, still flushed from being fucked good. His beady old eyes moved over her slowly, lingering on the way her ass looked from behind, full and firm, a faint red print still fading on one cheek. Then down the backs of her thighs, where his cum was sliding in a messy line toward her knees. 

“Hm… Yes, I’m with him now,” Claire said, shifting her weight and crossing her ankles. “Mr. Lampert is doing fine. He’s been cooperative all day. No issues with his medication.”

On the other end, her supervisor sounded pleased. Claire nodded along, one hand on her hip, unaware of just how openly he stared with those greedy eyes of his.

Vick’s gaze stayed on her ass as she talked. He followed the dip of her lower back, the way her waist narrowed before flaring out again. Her legs looked even longer from this angle, toned and still a little shiny with sweat. He smirked, clearly enjoying the picture she made. Naked. Freshly fucked. Standing there lying to her boss while his seed leaked out of her.

He was truly living the life. 

He smirked up at her, his voice still husky. “Wish you’d stay here all the time,” he muttered, loud enough for only her to hear. “House feels empty when you leave.”

Claire shot him a look over her shoulder and pressed the phone tighter to her ear. “No… Mhm… Yes, he’s been in good spirits. Eating well. Moving around better than last month.”

Vick’s eyes dropped again to the mess still running down her thighs, then back up to her ass. He looked far too pleased with himself. 

“Mhm… Yes, I’ll send the weekly notes tonight,” Claire said, her attention now focused on the old man lying in bed. “Yes. I’m doing fine. Thanks for checking in. See you tomorrow.”

She ended the call and set her phone on the nightstand. For a second, she just stood there naked next to the bed. She let out a long, spent sigh, the professional voice already gone from her mouth. 

Vick let out a tired little chuckle from bed, still eyeing her greedily. “You lie so pretty, darling.”

Claire wiped the inside of her thigh with two fingers, looked at the mess, and shook her head. The thrill of it all was still buzzing through her. She didn’t even try to hide the smile that followed. 

Claire let herself in with the spare key the way she always did, already wound up from the drive over. 

She stopped short in the doorway, her hazel eyes wide with surprise.

Two people were standing in the living room. A woman in her early forties with Vick’s same sharp eyes, and a man a few years older, arms crossed, looking around the house like he was surprised by how organized everything was now. Claire’s stomach dropped; the horny tension coiled up inside her, quickly fading. For a split second, she was sure they had caught on to everything: The clothes waiting in the guest room and the slight flush in her cheeks. She became paranoid, thinking if she had forgotten to clean any evidence of their last session. 

She cleared her throat and spoke up, her voice calm and even. “Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize anyone else would be here.”

The woman turned and gave a warm smile. “Ah, you must be Claire. I’m Diane, Vick’s daughter. This is my brother, Mark.”

Mark nodded. “We’ve been keeping close tabs on you.”

Claire put her bag down carefully and nodded thoughtfully. “It’s nice to meet you both finally.”

Diane crossed the room and shook her hand. “We should have come sooner. Dad’s been… better. A lot better ever since you came along. The family wanted to thank you in person. I thought he was a lost cause after the last two caretakers. We were about to have him live with one of us.”

Mark chuckled. “That’s putting it politely.”

They talked for a few minutes. How often they could visit. How stubborn Vick had been about letting anyone stay overnight. How the house had started looking livable again. Claire answered patiently. Keeping that professional composure that would leave anyone none the wiser. All while she could feel Vick watching her from the recliner behind them. 

Diane glanced at her brother, then back at Claire. “That’s actually why we’re here. We wanted to ask you something.”

Claire blinked a few times, keeping her face even. “Of course.”

“Dad asked us if you’d be willing to stay here a few nights a week,” Diane said. “Not every day, of course. Just enough that he isn’t alone as much. He said evenings are the hardest, and that you’ve already been doing more than the original hours anyway.”

Mark added, “We’d cover the extra time. Properly. Overnight rate, meals, whatever you need. We know you’ve got your own life, so we’re not asking you to move in. Just two or three nights a week if you can. We’ve already given your agency a heads up.”

Claire’s eyes drifted past them. 

Vick was in his recliner, robe tied, looking for all the world like a tired old man who simply needed more help. But she knew better. The smirk on his mouth was small, but she saw it. He had planned this. He had sat there and let his kids do the asking for him. 

Devious old man, she thought. 

Diane kept going, laying everything out carefully. They would adjust the agency paperwork if needed. Claire could use the guest room downstairs. They would stay out of her way. If it became too much, she could simply stop and nothing would change. They just wanted him looked after by someone he actually trusted. Claire stood there with her arms crossed, chewing the inside of her cheek while Vick’s knowing look burned into her from across the room, already imagining what those nights would really mean. 

Claire thought about the offer for a moment. Diane and Mark were both watching her carefully, waiting, while Vick stayed quiet in the back like this had nothing to do with him. But deep down, he already knew that she’d accept. 

“I need to talk about this with my husband,” she finally answered. “I can’t just say yes on the spot.”

Diane nodded right away. “Of course. We wouldn’t expect you to.”

Mark added, “Take a few days. No pressure at all. I know this is a lot to think about.”

Claire glanced at Vick again. He looked perfectly innocent now, his hands folded and eyes half-lidded, looking as if he might doze off like the senile old man he pretended to be. 

“Well… I’m not opposed to it,” she continued, turning back to Diane. “The extra nights would help him. I can see that. I just need to make sure it works at home first.”

Diane looked visibly pleased with her answer. “That’s more than fair. We’ll leave you our numbers. If you decide you can do it, even two nights a week would take a lot off our minds.”

They talked a bit longer about schedules and what the guest room already had. Claire listened and nodded, asking the right questions to appear inconspicuous. All the while, her mind was already looking ahead. Overnight meant no drive home with his cum still inside her. Overnight meant she would not have to put the ring back on at the end of the afternoon. Overnight meant Vick would get exactly what he had been angling for. 

She had already made up her mind, however. 

Now all she needed to do was talk to Daniel about it. 

Claire brought it up later that night after dinner while Daniel was still at the table with his phone in one hand. 

“So… Mr. Lampert’s family stopped by today,” she calmly brought up. “His daughter and son. They asked if I could stay at the house a few nights a week to keep an eye on him.”

Daniel looked up at her, his brow arched curiously. “Stay there? Like overnight?”

“Two or three nights. They said the evenings are hard on him and he asked for me specifically. They’d pay the overnight rate and take care of anything else I need.”

He sat silently for a second, then nodded slowly. “Hm… Makes sense. You’ve already been the only one who can handle him. If his kids are asking, they must really trust you.”

Claire kept her voice even. “I told them I had to talk to you first. This is a pretty big commitment.”

“What’s the schedule look like?” he asked. 

“Nothing set yet. Probably a couple weeknights. Guest room downstairs. I’d still be home for most of the week.”

Daniel asked about the pay next. Claire gave him the range Diane mentioned. It was good. Better than her usual agency rate. He let out a low whistle and leaned back in the chair.

“Wow, that’s nice,” he said, impressed. “And it’s not like you’d be disappearing. You’d still be here most nights. And it’s not like I’m home every night anyway.”

“So, you’re okay with it?”

He shrugged, already warming to the idea. “Yeah. I mean, the pay is more than great, and you’re doing a good thing for an old man who clearly needs it. I trust you. If it gets to be too much, you can always scale it back.”

Claire smiled. But under the table, she pressed her thighs together.

“I’ll tell them tomorrow. Thanks for agreeing to this, Daniel.”

Daniel smiled back, proud of her, completely sure he understood what he was agreeing to. Claire reached for her glass of water and took a sip, the ache already starting between her legs at the thought of those nights. No drive home. No rushing to shower. Just her and Vick in that house till morning. 

To be continued…