Duke makes a mistake.

I held my eyes closed for what seemed like an eternity. I could taste old man cum and cheap liquor on my tongue. I could feel it coating my mouth and throat, It tasted as disgusting as it sounded. And yet … the feeling was thrilling. I was as horny as I had ever been. I hadn’t really had any release of my own during the encounter, and I could feel the dampness between my legs growing and the sensations associated with it becoming harder and harder to ignore.

When I finally did open my eyes I found the bartender standing directly in front of me. Grinning stupidly, he said, “I knew you were a whore the second I laid eyes on you.” I smiled, thinking of all the nasty things I wanted to do. The bartender took it as an invitation as he reached his hand toward my breasts. Unfortunately for both of us, another hand took a grip on his wrist before he made it.

I recognized the bony fingers around the bartender’s wrist as Duke’s. “That’s no way to talk to the lady,” he warned. In my head, I protested; that was exactly the way I wanted to be talked to.

The bartender’s eyes narrowed, “Fuck off, old man, you had your turn.” I saw a look in his eyes that could only mean trouble for Duke.

“Really, Duke, it’s all right,” I tried in vain to resolve the situation. Neither man acknowledged my comment. The bartender pulled his hand away violently, causing Duke to rock back on his stool. Incredibly, he kept his balance.

“Lay your hand on me again, and they’ll have to cart your geriatric ass out of here,” the younger man threatened. I looked over at Duke, hoping he would know better than to provoke someone who was still in his prime. My hope wasn’t realized; Duke had a fire in his eyes that I knew couldn’t possibly be backed up by his failing physique. The next moments were a maelstrom of awkwardness. Duke tried to punch the bartender, but ended up flailing helplessly forward, his complete lack of agility causing it to look more like a spasm than a strike. The bartender barely had to move to avoid the telegraphed punch, not that it would have been any more effective had it landed. Smirking, he quipped, “A hundred fucking years, and you haven’t learned shit, have you?” I shrieked as he reached over the bar and grabbed the confused old man by his collar and drew his arm back to strike.

“No! You’ll kill him!” I heard myself shout, pleading for mercy. I don’t know if the bartender believed me or just felt too much pity for the old man, but instead of hitting him, he threw Duke to the ground. The noise was sickening as his body crumpled to the floor. Duke groaned in pain from the impact. I stood for a moment, unable to move, looking at the bartender in horror.

He, in turn, was looking at me with a sinister look on his face, “Well, are you coming back here, or not?” I couldn’t speak. I turned my head to look around the room. Some of the other patron were looking on, only mildly interested. Others didn’t seem to notice at all, as though this was a common occurrence here. In fact, for all I knew, it was.

I didn’t respond to the bartender, instead kneeling on the floor to help Duke. He was conscious, but in pain. I helped him to his feet and pulled his arm around my shoulders to let him steady himself. “We should leave, I whispered, hurriedly. He nodded in agreement and we made our way slowly outside. I looked over my shoulder to gauge the bartender’s reaction, and found him glaring at us. Luckily, he wasn’t following. Once we were outside, Duke seemed a little more able manage on his own and took his arm off of me. “Do you have a car or anything?” I asked, a little wary of either of us being out here at night for very long.

He shook his head, “No, there should be a taxi along any minute.” I decided to wait with him as he tried to hail a cab. We didn’t talk as I was too mortified by all the events of the evening and he was still catching his breath from the altercation earlier. But, after a short wait, a cab stopped and I helped him climb into the back seat. “What about you, miss? How are you getting home tonight?” he queried while I held the door for him. It dawned on me that I had no answer. Not only did I not have any money with me, but I wasn’t even sure if I had a home to go back to. A slight rush of panic coursed through my body.

“Maybe I should come with you to make sure you get back okay. I’ll worry about getting home from there,” I said, as I noticed him wince as he took a breath. I was truly worried that he may have broken a rib, but more so, I figured that wherever he was going would be better than being stranded here. I concluded that everything I had done for him tonight would be worth more than enough for some cab fare or a warm bed for the night.

“Well I won’t refuse that offer. Hop in,” he offered warmly. I smiled and slid into the car beside him, very relieved. “Shady Groves Retirement Home,” he directed to the driver. I wasn’t really surprised that he lived in a retirement home, after all, he was 92. I was surprised that they would let him out so late, to go to a dirty biker bar, no less. I didn’t dwell on it though, as I had much bigger problems. I wondered about Paul, and if he was at the house. I wondered if I wanted to go back whether he was there or not. I was lost in my thoughts, which would have made for an awkwardly silent ride, except for the fact that Duke was in no shape for conversation as he was coughing and wheezing beside me. I looked over at him and felt a tinge of pity. Old and alone … I didn’t want to end up like that. But, I wasn’t sure I could face my husband.

I hadn’t resolved anything by the time we arrived. Duke was still in pain, but seemed to be functioning on his own again. He paid the driver and we entered the building. On the outside, it had looked somewhat welcoming … like a large single level home. On the inside, however, it looked (and smelled) like a hospital. There was a reception desk in front of us and fluorescent lighting along the only visible corridor that passed behind the desk. There didn’t seem to be anyone in sight.

“Good, nobody’s here,” Duke said, quietly, “let’s go.” We walked into the hallway and moved past about a dozen doors on either side of us. I didn’t know which one was his, but he seemed determined to get to the end, so I simply followed. As we reached what was approximately the halfway point, a door opened ahead of us. A disheveled, angry looking woman stepped out. She stormed toward us with a determined gaze. “Shit,” I heard Duke say under his breath.

She stopped a few feet in front of us and whispered angrily, “Duke! Where have you been? What are you doing out so late? Don’t you know everyone was looking for you? What is wrong with you?” she shot the barrage of sternly delivered questions to Duke. He rolled his eyes and didn’t respond. Her gaze shifted to me. “Who are you?”

“I … I’m his granddaughter,” I lied. The scowl on her face didn’t change. It seemed like a simple enough lie to get us by, but it didn’t seem like the thickly built lady was buying it. I tried to avoid her eye line.

“Great granddaughter,” Duke clarified. “I was with my family all night; now, just leave us alone and she’ll get me to my room, Rhonda.” The woman’s scowl didn’t leave, but she let out a skeptical grunt.

“Great granddaughter …” she looked to be considering the plausibility, and said aloud, but to herself, “still looks too young.” Finally, she decided it was the truth, or that she didn’t really care enough to pursue it. “Whatever,” she let out with an eye roll of her own, “Just get him in and get out. Visiting hours are over.” She turned and walked back to her door. “And don’t wake me on your way out.” I let out a slight sigh of relief, careful not to let her hear.

“Come on,” Duke said, pushing me along, “she won’t bother us again tonight.” Toward the end of the hall, Duke stopped and opened the door to his room. It was little more than an oversized hospital room. I was getting the feeling that this whole place was more hospital than retirement community. I noticed that there were two twin beds, both empty.

“Does someone else live here?” I asked, praying that the answer was “no.”

“Yeah, that’s Pete’s bed,” he answered, as he undressed in front of me. There wasn’t really much reason for him to ask me to look away, considering what I had done for him earlier. “He’s probably out banging Mrs. Haverty tonight though, so you can have his bed, if you need a place to stay.” Finally, something had gone right for me. He was fully naked now, and looked at me with a wry smile, “On the other hand, you could share my bed, if you’d like …” he slid beneath the covers of his bed.

“Good night, Duke,” I responded and climbed into the empty bed and turned out the lights. Under the covers, I decided to take my dress off. There was no reason to be uncomfortable, and even if Duke caught a glimpse, he had seen it before. I laid the dress on the nightstand and closed my eyes. Moments later, I heard Duke snoring in the other bed. Unfortunately, I couldn’t sleep. The room was cool and I felt my nipples harden against the thin sheet. I swallowed hard and opened my eyes.

I knew why I couldn’t sleep. My arousal had been pushed aside since the scuffle, but it hardly subsided. Now that I was calm again, I felt the urge for release. I turned my head toward Duke; the room was pitch black and the only noise was his snoring. I bit my lip and decided to go for it. My panties were still on, so I slid them off and let them drop off the edge of the small bed. I began fingering myself, lightly and brought my now damp fingers to my mouth. I slid them over my nipples and back down toward my pussy, clutching the sheet beneath me as I tried to be silent. I let out a quiet moan as I pushed two digits deep inside myself.

Suddenly, I heard a noise other than Duke’s snoring. I froze with fright as I heard the door open and saw the hall light momentarily before it closed again. My heart was pounding, my head racing. I was trying to come up with an explanation, but was drawing blanks. I still couldn’t see who had entered, but I could guess Pete had come home. I felt him walking toward his bed, which I was occupying, in quite a compromising position. In fact, the thought of being caught like this was having an effect on me. The reason I was drawing blanks on explanations to Duke’s roommate was because all I could think about was how sexy it would feel to be caught like this. I made no move to put my dress back on, or even let Pete know I was in his bed, naked.

Pete had reached the foot of his bed and put his hand down to feel his way in. It landed on my exposed ankle. “What the hell?” he asked, under his breath. He didn’t move for a moment, in confusion, but soon starting sliding his hand up my calf. He stopped at my knee. I didn’t move or make a sound. “Well, that’s interesting,” he murmured. He continued up past my knee onto my thigh. He was mostly on the bed now, in order to reach. I heard his breathing get short with excitement when he realized I wasn’t wearing anything at all as he reached the top of my thigh. His hand moved to find my pussy and brushed my hand away, that was still in the area. He rubbed my lips gently. “My God, I must be dreaming,” he breathed.

“It’s not a dream, mister,” I finally spoke, quietly. I was incredibly turned on by this stranger I couldn’t see groping my legs. Now, it was his turn to freeze. I giggled softly, “It’s okay, keep going, please.”

“Who … who are you?” he asked, still not moving.

“Does it matter?”

“I guess not,” I felt him shake his head. He slid his hand up to my tits, and I moaned in delight at the sensation. He gained confidence with the sound, “Whoever you are, you’re in my bed, and that means I get to do what I want with you.”

“If those are the rules, mister, I guess I have to abide by them,” I cooed, in my best innocent voice.

“Those are the rules, baby. I hope you’re ready,” he was fully on the bed now, on top of me, with his hands on my chest, crushed between us. Even at this distance, I couldn’t see him. Not knowing what he looked like made me even hotter. He put his lips against mine and kissed me deeply. I imagined I was tasting the remnants of denture cream as I spread my legs and positioned myself beneath him.

He had stripped to his underwear before climbing into the bed with me, and I felt his cock poking through the hole in his shorts against my mound. He took one hand and guided his staff into me, and began to piston back and forth. I gripped tightly around him, using my legs to drive him deeper. I came almost immediately. I felt his wrinkled skin press against my stiff nipples as I arched my back and squirmed quietly. I could hear the bed creaking with increasing volume and pace. The headboard thumped softly against the wall behind us. I squealed softly with each thrust, and he grunted in response.

He increased his pace until finally, I felt him shoot inside me. I moaned softly as the sensation filled me. He collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily, and passed out immediately. The bed didn’t leave much room for maneuvering, so I was stuck with him on top of me until he decided to move. The feeling of satisfaction from being fucked for the first time in months made the discomfort much easier to bear.

I fell asleep with a smile on my face. I think I liked Shady Groves.