Filthy Frank

She had thought, somewhat naively, that keeping the old codger company for the evening and flirting with him would be enough to lighten his wallet. Never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined herself in her current situation. At his grand old age, she was shocked to see that he could still get it up!

With her back turned as she filled the washing up bowl, she heard a chair scrape back behind her and looked nervously over her shoulder. Her heart lurched when she felt his arms wrap around her waist from behind and his stale breath on her face as he rested his stubbly chin on her shoulder. He yanked open her blouse with his eager hands. Two large breasts bounced free as the buttons of her blouse flew off.

Unable to move when he pressed his fat belly against her and pawed at her breasts, Tina squealed and flapped her arms in a half-heartened attempt to slap his hands away. His fat stomach and body weight held her in place, pinned against the kitchen work surface, his arm around her waist tightening into a vice-like grip.

Mashing his prickly face against her neck, he inhaled deeply, consuming the heady scent of her firm body, fresh for the taking, then tugged her skirt down her legs leaving her naked but for a skimpy white thong.

The old man had disrobed and kicked off his slippers and was now completely naked, and Tina could feel his gooey cock pressed against her backside. His emotions now almost uncontrollable, the old man thrust his hips forcefully back and forth, rubbing his dribbling cock against the soft skin of her arse.

"Oh God!" she gasped, squirming in his grip, feeling the bulbous head of his erection grazing back and forth over her flesh, smearing the smooth globes of her buttocks with slippery pre-ejaculate.

Feeling dirty and sexy, used and abused, Tina's entire body shuddered with sexual excitement. "Wh-what are you going to do?" she stammered, emotion stealing the vibrancy from her voice, leaving it little more than a whisper. "What are you rubbing against my bum?"

Mauling her breasts with his clammy hands, Frank put his dry lips to her ear. "Don't be shy," he whispered softly. "It's just little Woody, up to his old tricks again. He gets all stiff and ever so excited when there's a young girl in his vicinity. Especially when that young girl's prancing around, scantily clad, flaunting her tits and toes and teasing him fucking rotten." He emphasised 'teasing him fucking rotten' in a deep, raspy growl.

"Can't you put him on a leash," she said sternly, feeling a strange emotion bubbling within her.

Frank frowned and spoke in a soft, high-pitched voice. "Oh, don't be like that, he's only being friendly. He's been ever so lonely of late, the poor little mite. He just wants a playmate. He seems to like you, though, doesn't he? I just know the two of you are gonna be best of friends."

Concentrating on his hands fumbling her breasts, relishing the feel of the smooth plum of his cock-head against her flesh, Tina's lust finally began to win-out over her trepidation. Then he growled in her ear, causing something inside her to snap, overwhelming her senses with intense pleasure. A loud gasp slipped from her lips and she felt a sudden urge to be touched all over, manhandled, used and abused like a little fucktoy, slapped and bitten all over her body. Ravenous with lust, she felt like a dirty little slut and she loved it.

"Tell you what, darling, why don't we pull your panties down to your feet and introduce Woody to your tight, little fuck hole. He'd like that," he drawled in her ear. "He's got a nose like a bloodhound, has old Woody, and the scent of your cunt juice trickling down your leg's gotten him all work up into frenzy."

"Be rough with me," she gasped. Something had changed in her eyes, a primal urge that took a-hold of her features, twisting them into something hauntingly beautiful yet scary at the same time.

"Oh, I'll be rough with ya, all right. I reckon your cunt's dribbling for a bit of meaty cock," he hissed nastily. "I bet it's dripping like a leaky tap."

Tina's shrill screams filled the air as she felt her panties being tugged roughly down to her feet, her skirt suddenly and violently ripped from her body. In a sexual frenzy, she started to flail her arms, scratching at her blouse and wriggling frantically, trying to rid herself of her shirt.

The weight of Frank's body and his strong left arm around her waist held her in place as his right hand tore her blouse wide open. Braless, her ample breasts tumbled out. Plump and firm, they billowed out, jiggling and bouncing along with her body movements, the nipples heads hardening as they met with the cold air.

"That's more like it," he barked, slipping the blouse from her shoulders. Releasing his grasp on her waist, he aggressively cupped and massaged her bare tits with both hands. "Oh, yeah, you've got a cracking pair of funbags," he snarled excitedly in ear.

Tina, panting and gasping for breath, looked down at her breasts being manhandled by fat fingers and saw angry red marks where his clammy hands had mauled her tender mounds. The old man couldn't get enough the fleshy mounds - twiddling his fingers around the pink nipples, drawing his dirty ragged nails over the stiff nipple-heads, squeezing and kneading her breasts so hard she screamed out in pain.

"Oh, yeah, you nasty old fucker!" she snapped in the throes of sexual excitement, throwing back an elbow and catching him a hard blow to the ribs.

"Aaaargh!" You bitch!" he hollered.

Grasping the young girl roughly by the back of her neck, he pushed her torso over the kitchen side, bending her over, mashing her tits and face against the hard surface.

"You wonna play rough, do ya? I'll give ya something to think about." Frank spoke frenziedly, rubbing his right hand over the girl's quivering bottom and trailing his podgy finger up and down the cleft of her buttocks. Then he felt the globes of her arse tense in anticipation as he used the tip of his finger to invade the crevasse.

Tine shuddered, her rudely exposed bottom moving from side to side in aroused agitation, as she felt the finger press against the tidy rosebud of her sphincter. Probing the tight entrance, the old man forced his fat finger up into her anus. She moaned as he felt her buttocks contract to accommodate his finger. Very slowly, he gently pushed his digit in as far as it would go, all the way up to the knuckle.

"Oh fuck!" gasped Tina as he impaled her. She was jerking her hips uncontrollably when his other hand slipped between her legs and eased the tips of two fingers into her slick cunt.

As his fingers delved into her young pussy, pushing the moistness upwards, it was like sinking fingers into a juicy peach. She moaned as hot pleasure rose higher and faster. Delight and amazement swept aside all her fears and trepidation as exotic sensations took over.

Tina was beside herself with excitement as the old man nonchalantly finger-fucked both orifices. Groans of delight slipped from her lips as he pistoned his fingers rhythmically in and out of her quivering holes. She could not hold back her gasps of joy at the indignity of the intimate exploration. Her body giving way to a series of jerks and gyrations, every nerve seemed alive with frissons of pleasure. The silence in the room broken by a throaty moan that increased in volume to a crescendo as she suddenly cried out in ecstasy. The longing to be treated as a dirty little slut was replaced by release and gratification as she reached climax.

She shook as her orgasm dissipated. There was a loud sucking sound as the old man withdrew his fingers from deep inside her body. Then, grinning mischievously, he sniffed his fingers before placing them, one by one, in his mouth, groaning with delight as he sucked them clean.

"Ooh, yeah, sweet as candy," he sighed softly.

Frank turned her around and brought his face close to hers. Eye's glinting with malice, he said, "Come on, sweetheart, give us a snog before I stick me cock in ya mouth."

Tina broke free and made a dash for the kitchen table, shrieking playfully and giggling like a schoolgirl, her large tits jiggling and bouncing with each step. "You'll have to catch me first," she said shrilly.

"Get back 'ere," Frank snarled angrily as he chased her around the table. "Get back 'ere and getcha gob around me knob!"

For Tina, the thrill of being chased was beyond exquisite. The hairs on the back of her neck rose in response; her skin went goose-pimply; the butterflies in her tummy were beating their wings furiously; her body buzzed with sexual electricity and hummed with anticipation.

Frank, panting and wheezing, his stumpy erection flapping about wildly and slapping against his thighs, chased relentlessly. There was urgency about his movements and a furious pounding in his ears. He was like a sexual predator stalking its prey. All he cared about at that moment was fucking the gorgeous young girl running naked around his kitchen. He was being unrelentingly teased to the point of madness; his face all red and contorted into an absolute frenzy. Spittle flew from his mouth as he screamed obscenities at the top of his voice.

He was far too old for all this malarkey.

Finally, after five long minutes of relentless teasing, Tina made a dash for the living room. Frank, in close pursuit, grabbed her, threw her down on the couch and sat astride her chest.

Her eyes widened when she saw his rampant member just inches from her face. She gagged when he stroked the bulbous head over her lips, smearing her mouth with clear liquid. The rancid stench of the old mans dirty cock invaded her nostrils, making her heave. It smelled musky and unwashed, like stale piss and rancid fish. She studied the twitching rod as it coated her lips with goo.

Short and fat and covered with veins, she thought it looked like a tree stump with ivy growing up it. Bent and discoloured, thick and angry-looking, there were an obnoxious-looking pair of heavy balls dangling loosely beneath it. The scrotum, saggy and hairy, looked like a chicken skin, covered in rolling tobacco. She had never set eyes upon anything so horrific in all her life.

Frank, trembling and sweating profusely, he's breathing so laboured and quick he could barely speak, wheezed and grunted between indrawn breaths. "Suck it!" he snapped.

Stealing herself, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath and opened her mouth to allow access. She sucked and licked at the bulbous head, lapping up the oozing liquid from the urethra with her tongue. She worked her lips around the shaft, sucking him into her warm mouth, using her tongue to stroke and rub against the sensitive frenulum. But she couldn't help but heave as the taste of his vile cock invaded her taste buds.

He whispered encouragement as the young girl worked her mouth over his sweaty cock. "That's right, sweetheart, put some tongue into it and suck it like a lollipop. Imagine you at the seaside and it's the nicest lollipop you've ever tasted."

She gagged when it hit the back of her throat, and the old pervert wrapped her hair around his hand so that she couldn't move her head. He held her head exactly where he wanted it and began working his throbbing erection in and out of her mouth with slow, forceful strokes, ramming the thick head to back of her throat.

He wheezed heavily with each word. His every breath was a painful exhalation that seemed to sap more energy from him. "You like that, don't you? Ah, yeah, nibble on it!" he demanded, as she clamped her teeth down on his cock, tensing her jaw muscles as she fought against her insistent gag reflex.

He worked his cock in and out of the wet heat if her mouth, going as deep as he could, choking her occasionally as pumped between the plump folds of her soft lips. Her eyes wide with shock, Tina looked up at him and saw his bright red face contorting with pleasure.

Slowing down, his body racked with exhaustion, he gave one final thrust before sliding down her body and forcing her legs apart. He positioned himself between her thighs and pressed his body weight down on top of her.

"Be rough with me," she gasped, groggily moving her head from side to side when he entered her roughly. She clenched her arms and legs around his sweat-soaked body, feeling the length of him thrusting into her. Her head smashed against the arm of the couch with every thrust. Her insides felt like a raw piece of meat.

Squealing and grunting, the old man fucked her hard and deep. His face twisted in a contorted sneer of pleasure. Thrusting himself harder and faster, bumping and grinding his sweaty body against hers in a frenzy of passion, his saggy balls slapping loudly against her arse.

Finally, after ten minutes of relentless pumping, he panted in a hoarse whisper: "I'm gonna blow me coco." Then his body stiffened and a strangulated squealing sound came out of his mouth.

She felt a hot rush as he flooded her, bathing her inner pussy with his old man seed, filling her cunt completely.

Completely spent, he slid off her and fell to the floor with a thud. He crawled back to the couch and collapsed onto it, gasping for breath, his red face now tinged purple, both hands clutching his chest. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he grimaced with exhaustion.

Her make-up smeared all over her face, Tina got to her feet and dressed. She was shocked, stupefied, in a daze. She had just lived through the most horrific and disturbing, yet exhilarating and gratifying experience of her life.

She sat there, naked, watching the old man writhing around on the floor clutching his chest. It was evident that he was having a heart attack, but she was too far gone for it to even register in befuddled mind. She felt the old man's thick semen dribbling from her pussy as she watched him take his dying breath. She even grabbed a cigarette and lit-up before helped herself to a drink.

Eventually she dressed and tidied herself up. Before she left the house, she was curious about one thing. She went up to the old man's bedroom, found his bed and lifted the mattress. When she feasted her eyes upon a huge pile of bank notes beneath the mattress, a smile spread across her face.

She bagged up the cash, along with a few other valuables, including jewellery and a brand new laptop, before leaving the house.

Not a bad night's work, she thought.