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Manu32
My name is Manu and I am 32 years old. I’ve been married for 9 years and have 2 children. Now that the children got older, I started working as a household help again;I do home visits to do what is to be done. It was my normal daily routine for a long time, but now things have changed.
A friend of mine works as a social worker and sometimes conveys me to his clients.
One day he called me and informed me that he might have had a new customer for me. I was happy about it because I had just lost a customer. We are not necessarily dependent on the money, but it helps to pay the bills. My friend gave me the customer’s phone number and expected I called this.
“He’s very nice,” he added.
He usually has a good knowledge of people, so it calmed me down to hear this.
I was a little nervous when I called Mr. Johnson, but after a while we talked nicely. I found out a little bit over him. He didn’t tell me his age, but he mentioned that he was already pension. I told him that I still had time on the late afternoons and these appointments fit him, so we agreed that I would start with him on Monday.
Usually my work clothes consisted of jeans and sweatshirt because it was most practical for working.
This is not particularly pretty now, but that’s why I wasn’t with my customers. Otherwise I try to make something out of me;I almost always wear make-up and keep my long blond curly hair in order. Even if I have already crossed the 30 and got two children, I still have an excellent figure. My cup size is “C” and otherwise the curves are where they belong! But I think so ..
On my first Monday I was there on time and rang.
A black man opened around 70 and I asked: “Mr. Johnson?”
“You have to be manu,” he said and welcomed me. He had a 3 1/2 room apartment and I was impressed that a man of his age kept them so well. He explained to me that he didn’t want to give up the apartment and he hoped that I could help him. We took a tour of the apartment and he told me which work I should do in his apartment.
“You have to be careful here,” he warned me when he pointed to the sink in the bathroom.
“The water pressure is pretty unstable. I don’t know why, but sometimes only a small trickle comes here and sometimes the Niagara Falls break when the tap is opened “
I noticed it and we continued to the kitchen. During a cup of tea we talked and I was happy to have received these clients.
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The work became routine for the next few weeks and the apartment became very familiar to me. Everything went well until Mr. Johnson told me that he had joined the local chess club and would have to meet his first in the evening.
He explained to me that he would have to get ready and that it would be good if I would rather end. I agreed and wish him a lot of fun at his meeting later. I hurried with the rest of the work and was just sucking the armchair when the vacuum cleaner bag was full. When I removed the bag, he tore open and the whole dirt spread across the armchair.
I sweared and then tried to find Mr. Johnson.
He was already in the bathroom to take a shower. I explained to him through the closed door what had happened and he didn’t mind that I was tidying up the mess while showering.
After exchanging the vacuum cleaner bag, I started to suck the armchair a second time. When I was done, I cleared the vacuum cleaner;I heard a noise in the bathroom. I ran to the bathroom.
“Mr. Johnson, everything is fine?“I hammered against the door, but there was no answer.
I thought about what to do for a minute. “Mr. Johnson?“I called again before I entered the bathroom.
Fortunately, he hadn’t finished and so I slowly opened the door. When I saw in, I realized that Mr. Johnson had to have slipped in the bathroom. Usually I only see my husband naked, so I approached Mr. Johnson a little shy.
Thank God he was still alive, so I covered him with a towel, turned the water and ran to the phone to alert the emergency doctor.
****
A week later I heard from my friend to the social worker that Mr. Johnson was back home. He was bedridden and recovered from his fall. I was glad that he was back on the way of improvement, but I knew that he needed more help now. I organized a representative of me with another customer, so I had more time for Mr. Johnson.
The next day I received the key to his apartment.
“Manu, you are?“Asked Mr. Johnson when I opened the front door.
“Yes hello. Do you want a cup of tea?“I cried towards the bedroom. I was already in the kitchen when he answered my question. A few minutes later I sat down in the bedroom and we talked.
“I noticed a few things that need to be done.
Would you do this?”
“Sure, what should I do?” I asked.
“Nothing exciting. These are all things that I can no longer do now, like the book wall, etc.”
He pointed on the wall. I realized that a lot of work was waiting for me on the big book wall.
“I have time. Have you drunk your tea?“He nodded, that’s why I took a rag and started to clean the sink in the bathroom.
When I turned the tap, it happened. It was as if I was hit by a water cannon. I was soaked.
“Everything is fine, Manu?“Mr. Johnson called worried.
“Yes, I just got a little wet.“I appeared dripping soak in the sleeping room.
“You can’t stay that way. Check in the guest room cabinets.
Mine Daughter Has a few clothes there. I don’t know what she has, but they are definitely dry “
I dried myself off and looked in the wardrobes. I quickly found a white blouse that fit, but the jeans were all too big. In fact, the only suitable one was a longer jeans skirt for buttons.
I tried him and he wasn’t sitting perfectly, but it was possible. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I noticed that buttons were missing. Thank God you shaved your legs, I thought with myself.
Returned to Mr. Johnson’s bedroom, I told him that I would continue with work now. He read and I started to dust and clean the bookshelf.
It was quite exhausting because I stood on the tips of the toe most of my time and had to stretch. But I concentrated and after an hour I had cleaned the bookshelf.
“How about a break?“Asked Mr. Johnson.
“Good idea” I replied and sat down on a chair with him. We talked for a few minutes when I noticed that Mr. Johnson looked a little strange.
“Are you okay? Should I call the doctor?“I was a little worried.
“No, everything is fine,” he said.
“Are you sure? I think I should call someone. You should be better careful after your fall.”
I really didn’t want to take any risk.
“Manu, I really don’t miss anything.
It’s just … ”he interrupted his sentence thoughtful.
“What? What is it?”
“It’s just a cramp.“He stretched a little.
“I think you should rest. No more read.“I leaned forward and took the book what was on his bed. Suddenly I realized why Mr. Johnson had placed the book there. There was a large bump under the duvet.
“I’m sorry, but I’m already tied to the bed for so long ..
” he began. I wasn’t sure where to look.
Then Mr. Johnson continued, “And when I saw you in the skirt …”
I looked down at me. Because some buttons were missing, my legs came to light when I sat on the chair.
“Sorry, Mr. Johnson. I had not thought about that.
Are you all right?”
“I guess so. Usually it disappears after a while.“He didn’t look very confident. Used to normal sex with my husband, I was not sure whether Mr. Johnson said the truth. But I decided to end my work.
I looked for Mr. Johnson a few times and it seemed as if he had fallen asleep.
That was good because I hoped that other parts would recover from him. I was now trying to dust off the upper ranks of the bookshelf, but the skirt narrowed me. A quick look at Mr. Johnson and I assured that he was still slept. I quickly opened more buttons on my skirt.
What I saw there looked seductive because my legs were illuminated by the bedroom light. But quickly back to work. I ended my work with the bookshelf. I got a little kick for the top rows
Just when I fall off the step, Mr. Johnson woke up.
He opened his eyes and saw my legs because the skirt fell to the sides. He said no sound and I explained to him that I was done and would come back tomorrow.
Just when I opened the skin door, I noticed that I had left the car keys. I closed the door and tried to find the keys. Then I heard a strange sound in Mr. Johnson’s bedroom.
It sounded like he had breathing problems, so I fell into his room.
“Manu!” he shouted. “I thought you had gone, I heard the front door …”
His voice became quieter when I looked at him. The duvet was repelled and I realized that his “cramp” had increased from earlier.
“I thought they had a breath problem … I had forgotten my car key …” I tried to explain. I didn’t know where to look.
Mr. Johnson pulled the duvet up again.
“It doesn’t make any sense anyway. I just don’t have the endurance anymore to do it.“He looked frustrated.
Without thinking I sit on the chair next to him and crossed my legs. When I did it, I noticed how something moved under the covers. It quickly became clear to me that my legs were the trigger.
I felt bad and guilty of his misfortune.
“If I could only finish it,” he said. “I just don’t know how. The fall must have robbed me of more strength than I thought.”
Now I was sitting in the dilemma. I felt responsible for this condition, but what should I do? I am a normal housewife and never cheated on my husband, let alone thought about it.
But the same morals also drove me to help people, especially if I was partly responsible for their helplessness. I sat and considered how I could only help Mr. Johnson. When I wondered, I unknowingly stroked my legs with one hand. From the corner of the eye, I realized how the bump moved under the covers.
Suddenly I had an idea.
“Mr. Johnson, I feel responsible for this thing. I think I should therefore help you to solve this “problem” before he could interrupt me, I added:
“Don’t get me wrong, I am faithful and I won’t cheat on my husband either. But if my legs stimulate them, I wonder if it could be a help if I miss my legs a little more.”
I looked at him questioningly when I ended my little speech.
“What do you mean exactly?” asked he.
Slowly I pulled the duvet back and his really big one tail came out. This pulsed before desires.
The tip of his black cock was a bit damp. I thought that would not take long and he would be freed from his adversely.
“Maybe when I amplifying my actions a little …,” I said. I got up and placed my right foot on the edge of the bed;The slot in the skirt made my right leg fully come to light. Mr. Johnson’s look was at my leg.
I started to stroke my leg.
“Do you think I should have applied it better?“I took the lotion out of my handbag. I pressed a little out of the tube onto my leg and started rubbing it;I looked like my leg started to shine. “That’s good … it feels so gentle and soft.”
I looked at Mr. Johnson’s black cock as he tried to get the desired redemption with his hand. Rhythmically he moved his cock up and down.
Part of me felt very uncomfortable.
After 10 minutes, Mr. Johnson’s tail was very moist, but he hadn’t come to orgasm. He groaned and for a moment I thought he was coming.
“This is not good, Manu” he resigned and put his hand aside. “I can’t reach the climax. It hurts.“I was at a loss.
“Would help a touch?”
I thought of a well -known hand, the hand of a friend and customer who could touch my legs so that he could find his redemption.
Mr. Johnson looked at me surprised. “Yes, I think that helps if you are sure. I didn’t think you would go that far.”
“That’s not a big thing” I smiled. I climbed onto the bed and sat on my right leg.
I stretched my left leg towards him. Then I stretched out my hand to lead his hand to my leg. His left hand found mine and then there was a moment of confusion before I noticed that Mr. Johnson and I had two different ideas of a touch. Too late I knew that he led my hand to his hard black tail.
I was about to protest when he said: “Thank you Manu, I didn’t know how to endure it longer.”
My hand frozen;I held the damp stiff cock of my black pensioner in my hand.
Thoughts shot through my head. Is that infidelity? How can I look my husband in the eye afterwards? Up to this point I had never touched another man’s tail. Otherwise we only had normal sex and I had never actually satisfied my husband by hand. Mr. Johnson’s voice brought me back to reality.
“Manu, if it happens, will probably come a lot, because I haven’t had orgasm for a long time.
Can you use this to catch it? I don’t want to lie in bed with my sperm afterwards … “He gave me a handkerchief.
I took a deep breath. “Okay Mr. Johnson, I don’t have a big experience with it, but I will do my best.”
I started to cautiously up and down his cock. I felt unsafe and didn’t know if it was uncomfortable for Mr. Johnson. Then I found the right rhythm and Mr. Johnson started moaning.
I didn’t know what rhythm I should hold, so I try to imagine my husband in me and record this rhythm. Mr. Johnson started breathing shorter now.
His left hand found the way to my leg and gently stroked it. “Oh yes, it’s nice, don’t stop …” groaned Mr. Johnson. My hand wounded it on.
I tried to vary the length of my movements. His cock became more and more wetter.
My arm slowly hurt, but I noticed that this action was excited to me here. No wonder Mr. Johnson couldn’t make it. I pushed my long blond hair back with my free arm.
I sweat and to give myself a little air, I opened a button on the blouse. Mr. Johnson watched my breasts, who moved wildly under the blouse.
“Say that I should come” whisper Mr. Johnson. “Talk me to climax, Manu. It helps me to reach him.”
When Mr. Johnson continued my leg, I tried to talk dirty.
“Do it, Mr. Johnson.“That didn’t sound really sexy now, but I wasn’t really happy with what I was doing, or was I?
“Tell me that I should come, Manu. Tell me that you like it how I touch you.”
I wanked his cock a little slower and tried to empathize. “Come for me Mr. Johnson, do it for me. I want to inject her sperm out of her hard cock.
He feels so good in my hand.”
I surprised myself with what I said, but I continued.
“Feel my legs, stroke my thighs. They are not gentle and warm. I bet you want me to only shave for you, or? Just so that you can shoot your sperm over it and rub it in. Imagine how it would be.”
Mr. Johnson groaned and I increased the speed of my bumps.
“Home with the horny white stuff, Mr. Johnson. Where do you want to shoot it? I want to feel it on myself.“My hand now wanked his cock hard and long. Mr. Johnson’s gaze wandered from my legs to my breasts and back to my legs, which he was still stroking.
“Manu! The time has come … quickly the handkerchief … Manu … don’t stop … Oh, uh … “I quickly reached for the handkerchief and held it over the end of the tail. The first load of his thick white sperm came out of his tail with such a force that the handkerchief flew away from me.
After the handkerchief was gone, I tried to catch the second load by hand, but it was too much.
“Quick your mouth, girl, quickly do it” shouted Mr. Johnson.
“But I’ve never had …” I started my protest.
“Fast!“He ordered.
The combination of the authority of his voice and my helplessness dropped my head forward. I took his thick black cock between my lips. He poured out like a fountain and I noticed that Mr. Johnson had put his hands on my back of my head and now reached into my blond mane, while sperm shot into my mouth over sperm. It came so much that my mouth was soon full.
But more and more came, so I had no other chance than swallowing his sperm to make room for the next load. The salty, bitter sperm went down my throat very slowly, but I had to concentrate because it came more and more.
After I swallowed my first portion, Mr. Johnson’s grip left in my hair and I raised my head a little, but immediately he pressed it down again so that his cock was deep in my mouth again. I realized that he started lifting and lowering my head as if he were fucking it. Slowly I understood what I was doing.
I was Mr. Johnson to blow one. I swallowed again. I looked up and saw this satisfied expression in his face. His cock no longer pulsed in my mouth, but he was still big and hard.
That was the first time, that I had a cock in my mouth and it wasn’t exactly one of my greatest experiences, especially since it wasn’t even my husband’s tail. My chin slowly hurt and I looked up again to Mr. Johnson, hoping that he will unload me from his clasp. Finally he lets go of my head.
“Thank you, Manu,” he said.
“that was very nice of you.“Still in the shock of what was happening, I nodded. “I’ve never seen such an orgasm.”
I climbed off the bed and directed my clothes. Mr. Johnson fell asleep, so I quickly went into the bathroom to free my mouth from the last, remaining sperm. But the taste remained.
My own clothes had dried in the meantime and I moved around. I left the house with a lot of thoughts that spread in my head.
About a week had passed since I had visited Mr. Johnson. I felt very bad about it and was glad that my husband hadn’t looked at it yet. I couldn’t risk something like that and that’s why I decided to change jobs.
At the first call I already had an interview.
In my opinion, the conversation was also dazzling.
So I was on the way back from an interview as a secretary as my cell phone rang.
“Hi Manu!“It was my friend of the social workers. “I know you don’t work today, but you can do me a favor?”
“Yes maybe” I answered. “What is it about?”
“I need someone who looks at Mr. Johnson. It is very urgent and I know you have a key.
Is it possible?”
I drove into myself. Mr. Johnson was still tied to the bed and I hadn’t been there for several days. What should I do?
“Okay, I’m looking for him,” I said, knowing that I would feel bad if I didn’t do it. A few minutes later I was with him.
I opened the front door and entered.
“Hello?“Mr. Johnson called out of his bedroom. “Who ‘s there?”
“It’s me Manu.“I called back and tried to sound calmly. “What is the problem?“I asked when I entered his bedroom.
“Hello Manu. The light bulb is broken.“He pointed to the light bulb in the middle of the bedroom ceiling, which he could serve from his bed.
“In order, I swap them.
Where are the replacement bulbs?”
“There in the back of the drawer” I found it quickly and chose a 60 watt pear. The kick I always used was in the room from last week. I shook myself when I put the step under the lamp because he reminded me of the processes of last week.
When I moved out my coat, I only noticed what I was wearing today. Since I came from an interview as a secretary and an anterior lady, I had made myself very pretty.
I was wearing a short skirt and high shoes with only thin heels. I thought about a moment. Mr. Johnson behaved like normal and was obviously so embarrassed about the processes of the past week as I was.
I took off my shoes and entered the kick barefoot. It was a little exhausting to change the pear while balanced on my tips.
When I changed the pear, I saw my reflection in the window. Because I slipped back and forth on the step, my skirt slipped a little higher. I hoped Mr. Johnson had been under control.
When I changed the light bulb, the phone rang. I looked down how Mr. Johnson took the call.
“Yes, if it is supposed to be, we’ll do it.
Yes bye.“He didn’t look very pleased. When he saw my questioning face, he said, “that was the nurse. She comes here to wash me. She’s right here.”
Relieved that I could quickly leave the apartment without something happened, I offered Mr. Johnson to make a cup of tea.
We sat down and talked until the nurse came. She looked very seriously. She looked at me from top to bottom and gave me a strange look before he turned to Mr. Johnson.
“Hello Mr. Johnson. I’m here to wash them.
We want to get started. You have been washed by a colleague for the last few times, so where is the equipment?”
Mr. Johnson looked a bit at a loss and then replied: “I think she took everything with me. Usually she doesn’t leave anything behind here.”
The nurse looked bad. “Okay, then I just have to go and get the equipment.
Then I’ll be on it later when I am already. I’m back in an hour.”
Then she looked at me “on a word, please!“She ordered and instructed me to follow her in the hallway.
Once in the hallway, the nurse started: “I recognize them. You work for the social worker, or?”
“Yes” I nodded.
“Then you would have to know Mr. Johnson’s course of illness. All unnecessary excitement must be avoided.”
I nodded again.
“I know …” I didn’t know what she wanted.
Shaking my head because I didn’t understand her, she pointed to the mirror in the hallway. “Do you really think that you are really dressed for this job?”
I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn’t contradict her. My blouse was open a little too far and the skirt had slipped a little too high by sitting in the chair. But the crowning glory of the whole thing was my shoes, which might have been suitable for the interview, but now had something disreputable.
“I will thoroughly examine Mr. Johnson for stress symptoms afterwards and if I find some, I will blame you and your friend the social worker.
I take my job very seriously.”
Then she left the apartment. Even if I don’t know any nurses, I know that I could not allow myself to do bad certificates during the upcoming job interviews. I still wanted my friend to be trouble. With a slight head I went back to Mr. Johnson and told him what the nurse had said.
“Thank God we were able to eliminate their problem last week,” I smiled at him.
“Oh manu, I’m so sorry …” said Mr. Johnson.
It took a minute for me to understand that he didn’t just want to express me pity because of the harsh tone of the nurse. Slowly he pulled the duvet back. My heart slipped into my pants. Mr. Johnson’s cock was hard and stiff up.
“Oh, no, she will blame me for it,” I cried.
“She is back in half an hour! What can we do?”
“I only see a way to manu. We don’t have long time.”
I nodded, I was panicked. I took off my shoes.
“No, let her in, that will help me,” he commanded.
I felt messed up. What was expected by me? It was again the same dilemma as last week.
But I also didn’t want to lose my job prospects, let alone make my friend difficult for the social worker. Maybe this last time it could be over quickly.
Mr. Johnson’s cock twitched when I reached for him. I quickly caught him jerk off, While he was stroking my leg again. He enjoyed it and groaned.
But after a few minutes he said:
“It’s not good, Manu. I become deaf and no longer have a real feeling. So I don’t get to the climax.”
I got slower with the movements of my hand. I had to make it cum so that the erection had disappeared when the nurse came back.
Because I saw no way out, I moved my head to his cock. The next thing I know is that I pick up his big black cock in my mouth. My tongue took Contact open with his black skin and I slowly moved my head up and down. Mr. Johnson groaned while I blew him.
I tried everything so that he could only get quickly.
How my head moved up and down, I felt his hand wandering under my skirt and into my panties;He was looking for the way to my innermost. One of his fingers started to penetrate me. I lifted my head from his cock.
“No, Mr. Johnson …” I protested.
“It helps me to come earlier,” he said how he pushed his finger further into me. I winced how I felt it deep inside me.
My eyes looked at the alarm clock on the bed and I realized that there was no time to argue now. I started blowing again. A salty taste stuck on my tongue and the memories of the past week were back.
While I concentrated on blowing, he fingered in mine pussy rum. I was slowly wet and he also found my clitoris, which he immediately started to penetrate.
In the meantime he already had two fingers in me and I was really moist.
Mr. Johnson still did not make any institutions. And then there was a problem. My neck, my jaw and my mouth gradually hurt very much. After a few minutes I had to stop.
“I can’t anymore, it hurts too much,” I said.
“There is only one thing left that we can try,” said Mr. Johnson, how he kept entering me with his fingers.
“What?” I asked.
“Sex” he said while playing with my clitoris.
“I can’t! I can’t be unfaithful.
I’ve already gone far too far anyway.”
Mr. Johnson nodded. “It is your decision, Manu. But do you want to lose this job and don’t get any other anymore. What will you tell your husband?”
I had not thought about that.
I’ve already gone too far, but maybe all that could still use something.
“Okay, I don’t see any other option,” I said. I lay down on the bed and pulled my skirt up. My legs came out completely and I was still wearing my high -heeled shoes. Mr. Johnson looked at me and slowly pulled out my panties.
He reached my legs and then my waist and I noticed how his cock twitched. I remembered something. “Do you have a condom?”
Mr. Johnson shook his head. “Usually I have no use for it anymore.”
With his hand he began to stroke my still wet pussy.
I felt a certain excitement.
“Okay” I said. “But when they come, they have to pull it out. I don’t hone. You will pull it out, or?”
“Yes” he nodded.
Then he put himself in position. I felt his huge cock pressed against my entrance. Then with a push I felt it in me. I groaned when he slowly filled me out.
“Put your legs around me, Manu,” said Mr. Johnson seductively.
I almost automatically did this. I felt his hands stroking my hips.
He started to open my top. With slow thrusts he penetrated me deeper and deeper into me.
Slowly my breasts came up. Mr. Johnson touched her with his fingertips.
The excitement was now in her spell and that’s why I didn’t protest when Mr. Johnson opened my top completely and slowly started sucking on my steep nipple.
Mr. Johnson found the right rhythm and I started pressing my hips towards him. They developed their own life. “You … will … pull him out …” I moaned breathlessly.
“Yes, I will manu, I just want to enjoy this feeling a little longer.“He fucked me deeply and firmly;much deeper than my husband was ever possible. I felt completely filled out.
“Cline me more firmly with your legs, then it is so.”
I clutched him so tightly I could.
“Only a minute, manu” he groaned while his bumps became faster and faster. “Then I pull it out.”
“You can’t come in me” I groaned during a very deep push. “You have to pull it out.”
“yes right away…”
I felt an orgasm approached and pressed my hips firmly into his cock.
“Manu, the time has come …” He leaned over to me and kissed me. I automatically opened my mouth and felt his old rough lips.
Our tongues played together. Then I felt his cock started pulsating.
“Pull out! You can’t come in me!”I shouted.
Just when I realized how he pulled his cock out of me, I heard the front door. The nurse was back! With fright I clung my legs closely for Mr. Johnson and to my horror I pushed his cock deep into me again. I tried to push him back, but he was too deep in me.
“No not …” I screamed as the first load of his sperm sprayed against my innermost.
Mr. Johnson took up his rhythm again and probably an orgasm came over through the danger and the whole situation. We kissed again and our tongues met. His sperm just shot into me as I moved my hips wildly. I heard how steps were slowly approaching.
“Oh yes, manu … you feel so good,” shouted Mr. Johnson as he kept pushing his cock deep inside me.
Then he had deposited all of his sperm in me. His hands touched my legs when he rolled from me. His cock was now shrinking.
I was there, as is stunned, at the age of 32 and certainly pregnant again with a colored baby. The time passed in a slow motion when I expected the nurse to arrive in the bedroom.
How should I explain that?
At that point I thought that it was the worst thing that could ever happen to me. But I was wrong.
After the nurse discovered me in the clear situation with Mr. Johnson, she was initially speechless. Then she shook her head and left the room. I felt bad.
A thousand thoughts shot through my head. What would my husband say;What my family?
Even Mr. Johnson was ashamed. “I’m sorry” he whispered only quietly.
I quickly ordered my blouse, pulled my skirt back and ran the nurse behind. She waited for me in the hallway.
“I can explain that …” I stuttered.
“I’m excited about it.“She looked at me with a serious look.
Then I noticed how slowly a large drop of sperm ran down on my leg and sticking to my shoes.
I saw the nurse looked at my shoes and then on me again. I wanted to sink into the ground.
“Somehow it happened, please don’t ask me how. Please do not show me or tell me. Please…”
The nurse thought about a moment.
She knocked her finger on the chin.
“We will see. First of all I have to examine Mr. Johnson. Maybe they have already killed him with their greed!”
She went to Mr. Johnson’s bedroom. I reproached myself and why didn’t I take the time to at least put on my panties.
I went to the bathroom first.
When I saw myself in the mirror, I was startled and then I had to cry. My lipstick was smeared and my blond mane was totally confused.
With the towel I tried to stop the gutters of sperm, which is still out of my innermost quoll.
Then I heard the nurse called for me.
I went back to the hallway. She didn’t look quite as strict anymore.
“You were lucky, Mr. Johnson is doing well. He told me the whole story and took blame.
But still something like this must not happen to them. If you strive for the care of others, you will have a great responsibility.”
I assured her that I was aware of this responsibility and that I had only brought me my sympathy into this incredible situation.
She seemed to understand it.
“I will not report it” she smiled at me. The first smile of her ever. I fell a stone from the heart.
“But I want a consideration from you.”
“Everyone as long as they just don’t report me.”
“I have a patient that I usually take care of every afternoon.
He is 18, but he is blind and therefore needs help. Besides, he is mine Son.”
Somehow I felt sorry for the nurse. No wonder that she was so strict when she had a blind child at home. I could understand that.
“I wanted to continue training next week and have no one who can take care of my son during that time and who does the daily errands.
He also went to school at that time. I want you to do that. I think you owe that to me.”
She looked at me questioningly.
“I do it!“Fore it out of me. That was an acceptable solution.
I had to provide a replacement at home, but I was actually in the fault of the woman.
She gave me her address and we made an appointment for Monday morning. Then she left the room to bathe Mr. Johnson.
I didn’t say goodbye to Mr. Johnson. I even left the slip with him. All of this was too embarrassing for me.
I only took the coat from the cloakroom and left the apartment. I left my key there. I didn’t want to see the apartment and Mr. Johnson.
It was the weekend and the normal Saturday evening sex with my husband I avoided with a lie. Mr. Johnson’s tail had stretched to the extreme and I was worried that my husband would notice something.
I had a guilty conscience.
What had I done to him, but I couldn’t tell him either. He wouldn’t understand it.
Nevertheless, he noticed that there was something with me. But I put him on and assured him that everything was fine. He seemed to believe, at least he heard to press me.
All weekend I could only think of the events in Mr. Johnson’s bedroom. I was pregnant or not?
I just had my period, so there were more uncertain weeks in front of me. Besides, I didn’t know what to do if I was actually pregnant.
I could hardly keep that secret.
So it happened that I was relatively happy when I was able to drive to the nurse and her son on Monday morning. That was the distraction I needed now.
She lived in a workers’ district with a rather high proportion of foreigners.
The apartment block itself had already run down a bit. I felt sorry for her as a single parent Mother Certainly she couldn’t afford.
When the door opened the nurse greeted me. This time I was dressed accordingly. I was wearing a sweatshirt and jeans.
I also tied my hair together. If I didn’t want something now, then to look dubious. Strange, because I couldn’t save my reputation with her anymore.
“Hello Manu, I can say manu, or?”
“Sure Ms. Engelhardt” I assured her. In the meantime I knew her name.
“This is my darling, the Alex.”
Alex was a pretty boy in itself.
A little small, but a nice face and neither too thin nor too thick. On his eyes you could see that he was blind.
Ms. Engelhardt showed me the apartment. They lived in simple conditions and yet the apartment was comfortably furnished.
“I’m back around 4:00 p.m. So you would have to cook something to the boy.
Otherwise they do some company to him.”
“I’ll do it. I will not let you down!”
Then she kissed her son again and went to her course.
Alex and I talked. He had a likeable nature and the normal interests of an 18 year old. He told me about his friends in the house and school.
I got cookies and something to drink and read it one of his favorite stories.
So the entire morning passed without having to think about the last week.
When it came to noon, I asked him what he wanted to eat. He wished Spaghetti with tomato sauce. Fortunately, everything was in the house that was needed for it.
While I was cooking, Alex was sitting in his room and listening to a little music.
The spaghetti were set up, but the glass with the tomato sauce was difficult to open. So I took it under my arm and turned it on with all violence.
A large gush sauce poured over my jeans.
“Not again!“I called and remembered the last week.
“What happened,” Alex called out of his room.
“Nothing, I just licked!”
I thought about a moment and then I remembered that in contrast to the last week nothing could happen because Alex could not see. So I took off my jeans and put them in the washing machine. With washing and drying it would have to be clean again at 3:00 p.m. So enough time until Ms. Engelhardt comes back home.
Since I didn’t want to dig in the cupboards, I thought it was indiscreet, I decided to run around in the panties so long.
Then I cleaned the mess again in the kitchen and cooked the food.
Alex and I sat opposite each other and we talked. We got on well. He also slowly started to query me.
I told him that I was 32 and described my appearance to him.
“Sounds like you are very pretty, as far as I can judge.”
“Thank you, although I could also lie to you …” I laughed.
“That’s right, but I could check it, then I know what you look like.”
“How do you want to do that?“I asked the boy without thinking something about me.
“I can feel your face, you just have to bend to me.”
I saw no problem, so I stretched my face over the table and he carefully touched every game of my face.
“Really pretty, you didn’t lie” “He gave me to understand.
“Thanks”
I think I even got a little red. After that we continued to talk and when we were finished with the food, I made a tea.
Alex was really a nice boy.
When we were deepened into our conversation, it was about a girl at his blind school, he grabbed his tea and accidentally pushed him around. The whole hot tea ran over the table on his sweatpants. Alex screamed in pain and also tipped over with the chair.
When he lay there and banged in pain and tried to hold his pants from his thigh, I didn’t know what to do.
“You have to take off your pants” I screamed.
“I can’t” he replied of pain fulfilled. I thought he couldn’t do it alone, so I pulled his pants down with a jerk and out.
But he probably meant something else. When I looked at him again, I found that he was not wearing underpants.
“Why did you do that?”
“I didn’t know …” I started to stammer. Then I wanted to distract him quickly.
“Where is the fire ointment?”
“In the bathroom” he replied. I quickly ran into the bathroom to get the ointment.
When I came back, Alex had already sat on the chair. His left thigh had a hand -sized combustion on its inside. I gave Alex the ointment, but a short time later I realized that he couldn’t make it himself. I felt so sorry for the whole situation.
He had to have tremendous pain. How could I give him a hot tea. I blamed myself.
“Give me the ointment” I said to him.
“Careful, please do not press too strongly, otherwise I’ll go to the ceiling.”
I took some ointment and slowly spread her on his thigh. I somehow had to have come to his other thigh with my leg, because suddenly he asked: “Where is your pants?”
“I told you earlier that I had spilled, now I’m washing it right now.
Today everything goes wrong. Your mother will kill me!“I not only blamed myself, I was also worried that Ms. Engelhardt did not follow our agreement.
“She doesn’t have to know. That remains our little secret, ”Alex whispered at once.
At the same time he stroked my knee with his hand.
“What?“I started and took a step back. I didn’t want to have it.
“Manu, you can imagine what a boy my age has for wishes.
Maybe you can fulfill one and the whole story remains among us. I also don’t know what my mother would say if I tell her how you torn my pants down.
“You are probably crazy, you know exactly why I did that!“I drove him on. I couldn’t believe how I had ridden myself back into such a situation. I could still be glad that Alex didn’t know why I was looking at him.
“Surely I know that.
You pulled my pants down, although I didn’t want it and you didn’t wear any more myself. Then you insisted to rub my leg, even though I didn’t want it. That is the story I will tell my mother “
I considered. The little Mistkerl actually had me in his hand.
For an outsider it sounded really stupid and what his mother would think was clear to me anyway. And something else noticed me. Alex had an erection and a huge one. It is still inexplicable to me today how a so young guy can be equipped with such a member.
I don’t know if there was still blood in his body. Usually everything was needed between his thighs.
“What do you want from me? I am married that you know that.“I noticed how I got a little small.
“I want to touch you. I don’t know if I will ever have the chance to touch such a beautiful woman. Don’t take it crooked to me, but I can’t miss this chance.“His erection pulsed in these words.
“Just touch?” I asked.
I don’t know why, but I also had a little pity with this boy. Somehow I could understand him. There was a unique chance for him here and he was at an age at which you want to use one, if not must.
“Yes, only touch, but I want you to be naked.”
“OK. But nothing else ”I resigned.
When I moved out my sweatshirt and underwear, I noticed how Alex listened to Alex.
“I’m ready” I stepped closer to him again.
“No, not here, let’s go to my room” he knew in the apartment and went before. Then he pointed to his bed.
“Please, lie down here.“He was friendly and determined.
I lay down on the bed with my back. He knelt before. His pain seemed to be blown away at once.
Slowly he started touching my stomach. I admit that he had a wonderful way to touch me. Slowly his fingers slid to my breasts in teasing movements. Even if I couldn’t tolerate his behavior and he had blackmailed me, I felt his hands pleasant on my skin.
I looked at his alarm clock. So there was still enough time 1:00 p.m. Not that his mother unexpectedly cut in again.
“But that remains our secret.“I gasped a little.
“Certainly only we both know about it. I will not tell my mother.
Thank you for giving me this opportunity.”
Somehow this Alex managed that I felt pity and understanding for him again and again.
When he felt my breasts, I involuntarily stretched them up a little. Then he pressed my nipples a little and rolled them between his fingers. I don’t like to admit it, but at that moment I closed my eyes and started enjoying it.
He devoted my breasts to his attention for 10 minutes and I noticed how I got a little wet.
“I’ve never kissed a woman. I want to kiss you.”
He leaned over me and without waiting for my answer, he felt my mouth and I felt his lips on mine.
He was still very inexperienced, but an inner force in me let me open my lips and our tongues started to play together. His hands played with my hair.
“I think that’s enough now,” I whispered after the kiss. Slowly I was a little afraid of my own excitement. I enjoyed the touch, but I still knew that this was actually wrong.
“Turn around!”
“I think we should stop now.
I’m married and I think that’s enough. I complied with my agreement and …“I sounded a little unsure.
“Turn around!“He gave me vigorously to understand again. I don’t know why today, but I turned on my stomach and Alex started to stroke my back.
I got goosebumps at his gentle touch. Slowly slid down his hand to my cheeks and when he touched her and gripped a little more firmly, I sighed.
It was a wonderful feeling how he massaged her.
I didn’t want him to notice how heavy I breathed, so I pressed my head into the pillow. My legs were slightly open and so it was only a matter of time before Alex also touched my labia. I did not say anything. I was ashamed because they were already so moist.
Then he penetrated into me with a finger.
“That doesn’t work.
Please stop it. We should stop now. You have now gained enough experience, ”I stammered. But I noticed how my hips moved rhythmically.
“Only for a short moment,” he whispered to me and also pushed a second finger into me.
I gasped and since I wanted to hide my excitement, I pressed my face back into the pillow. My hips pressed towards him. After a while I already felt four fingers in me. In the meantime, Alex had kneeled between my legs so that he could grasp me better.
“We have to stop now,” I gasped.
But my body continued to dance on his fingers. His thumb was already very damp and I expected every moment that he also pushed him into me. But his thumb slid to my anus. I was about to protest, when I was a huge orgasm.
While I pressed my fingers loudly, his thumb penetrated into my anus. This completely new feeling increased my orgasm.
“You like it, or? Let go, tell me how it is!“, Alex suddenly shouted.
“Oh God, don’t stop!“, I only heard myself screaming myself. He grabbed me tighter and his left hand drove under my stomach. He lifted him a little and like in a trance I helped him.
At some point I knelt on my wide -spread legs while my head was still in the pillow. It must have been a horny sight. My ass stood steeply in the air and Alex didn’t listen to his fingers and thumbs into me. I always just gasped in the pillow.
With his left hand, he stroked and pressed my nipples.
I stood shortly before my next orgasm when he pulled his hand back.
“Don’t stop,” I sighed quietly before requesting.
“It’s okay,” he said soberly and I felt something big crowded again.
At the same time, his two hands grabbed my breasts and kneaded them.
“That doesn’t work. I am married. Stop … “, I looked up at him. He didn’t move and I didn’t move.
Everything that Alex did was captured and stroking my breasts and rolling the nipples between the fingers. He could do that really well.
“It really doesn’t work, Alex. As nice as it is, but I’m married. Besides, I don’t take the pill and you don’t wear a condom.“I tried to sound as soberly as possible, but my increasingly emerging excitement could not completely hide.
He still didn’t move, only his left hand was looking for my face.
He felt it and noticed all the sweat that was on my face. I just wanted to say something again, when he pushed a finger into my mouth. Today I don’t know why, but I closed my lips around his finger. He took this as a sign to keep penetrating me with very slow bumps.
That was it.
That had made me too horny. I straightened up on my arms and legs and while Alex was now fucking me more and more violently, the next orgasm came over me.
“You can’t come in me!“I kept screaming.
“How do you say?“The little flail actually asked. I couldn’t see him, but he was guaranteed to grin.
“Please …” I groaned.
“In order, I don’t want to pregn up you” he whispered in my ear.
Then he penetrated into me again in a deep push. I groaned on every push.
Then I felt that he took his hands off my breasts and put them on the cheeks. The thumb circled around my anus when I felt something moist there. He had to have spit on me.
Slowly his two thumbs opened my anus and rubbed the spit. The whole thing was new to me, but I liked it. I felt the next orgasm came over me.
“The time has come,” groaned Alex while he penetrated deeply into me again.
“Pull it out, you promised!”
He pulled it out, just to push him against my anus. That was too much.
A huge orgasm came over me and my front arms broke together. I bit into the pillow when Alex slowly penetrated me deeper into me. This feeling of lust and pain was brand new for me. He started to fuck me slowly.
Then I felt Alex sprayed his juice into me.
More and more came from his wildly pulsating cock. At some point we collapsed and he was lying on me as his cock shrank. I turned my head and we kissed.
“Thank you” he whispered in my ear and then we kissed again.
We were there for a while. Then we got dressed again.
My things were dry again. As I put on, I tried to understand why I was so weak. Why could I no longer be loyal to my husband. I had a guilty conscience.
I left Alex in his bed and cleaned up the kitchen.
A short time later, Ms. Engelhardt also came back. I opened the door to her and she greeted me. Thank god she was not surprised at the hairstyle that was now somewhat decayed. Alex also came out of his room.
He told her how well I would have taken care of him and Ms. Engelhardt smiled at me.
When she said goodbye, I heard Alex called:
“See you in the morning!”
I suddenly realized what actually happened. Alex would ask me exactly the same from me tomorrow and otherwise he would tell his mother and that in my history. I stood again, the loving wife or should I rather say: Alex’s toys? And why did I actually get damp in the thoughts of tomorrow?
END
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