In the cunt.

As Mr Thompson pushed into her cunt Abbey yelped, he was bigger than she thought. “Oh, wow. It’s a shame you had to try and **** me,” she gasped as he worked himself into her. “I would have liked to have the opportunity to do this more often.”

The old man slapped her arse, and she moaned again. “You will come back begging for more,” he told her.

She moaned and shook her head, though there was no commitment in that action. “No, this is a one-off because you were an arsehole.” She moaned as he grabbed her hips and pulled himself deeper. “If you had just asked, you could have had this every day.”

Mr Thompson leant forward and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them roughly. “I will have this every day,” he insisted.

Abbey realised that he genuinely thought he would and pushed back against him, “You can’t seriously think I’m going to continue to submit to a man who tried to **** me.”

The old man’s balls were slapping against her as he was fucking her. His throaty laugh came to her ears as he panted. “No, not submit, beg.”

Abbey arched, he was confident, and frankly, hung, and knew how to use what God had given him. “I’m not going to beg you to fuck me,” she insisted.

He laughed again and pulled forcefully on her nipples. “Before the end of the week, you will be kneeling, naked, at my back door begging for me to fuck you again.”

Abbey shuddered, “You are an arrogant old fuck,” she said.

He bit her shoulder blade as he continued to pant, she could feel his sweaty wrinkled body against her, which disgusted and aroused her. “You are going to be naked, on your knees, begging to suck my cock.”

Abbey moaned at the mental image. “Just hurry up and cum in me so I can get on with my day,” she said.

Mr Thompson moaned, “You don’t want me to pull out?” he asked.

Abbey shuddered, “Don’t you dare,” she said. She could feel her own orgasm approaching as his thick, and long cock slid between her lips.

“See,” the old man said, “begging.”

Abbey arched again as she shuddered on his cock, her cunt clamped on his cock as she came and said through gritted teeth, “Fuck you.”

The old man slammed home and held her tight as she felt his cock start to erupt inside her. They shuddered and moaned as he emptied his aged nuts into her cunt.

After a few more minutes of panting against her back, he said, “No, fuck you.”

Abbey couldn’t help but laugh, “I guess you did at that,” she said as she slumped down over the edge of the couch.

“So, what did you think?” he asked her.

She smiled, “Six out of ten. The passion and skill are there, but the stamina isn’t.”

Mr Thompson laughed again, “It’s been a while for me, so I guess I will just have to work on that. Same time tomorrow? This time you come to my place.”

Abbey shook her head, “We’ll see if I’m **** for a fuck.”

Mr Thompson kissed her neck, “You will be. You will come begging for my cock.”

Abbey moaned. Something about the assertiveness in his voice turned her on. “We’ll see,” she said as she moved to stand.

The old man pulled back and let her up before looking down at his half-hard cock, “Well, not I’m going to go home smelling of sex. You couldn’t lend an old man a hand, could you?”

Abbey laughed again and rolled her eyes before dropping to her knees and giving his cock one long slow suck. Mr Thompson moaned at the touch of her mouth before saying, “Until tomorrow.”

As he got dressed Abbey said, “There will be no tomorrow,” though it didn’t have the conviction she wanted it to have.

He smiled as he straightened his clothes. “Till tomorrow, and give George my compliments for having such a lovely lady of the house.”

Abbey laughed, “You are incorrigible.”

He shrugged as he headed for the door, “I’ve been called worse,” and left without a further word.

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