1. Somebody's Got To Do It, Part 3


    Date: 12/9/2017, Categories: Mature, Author: oldhippie1949, Source: LushStories

    I shouldn't bitch. I really have nothing to bitch about. I'm just feeling a little exhausted, and rightly so. I'm burning my candle from both ends and so my dick is sore and my ass is killing me. Like my Dad always said...nah, screw my old man, he didn't know anything. I couldn't resist Elaine. The goat horns sprung from my head. I couldn't help it. Call it hormones. Anyway, she was a hot girl with a super-lush body that wouldn't quit. I was glad that with only a small percentage of stamina left in me, I gave her a jolly good orgasm. But now, I'm paying for all the sex that is falling down on me like a mid-January blizzard. So what if I have sex with someone different every day of the week? It means absolutely nothing. So what if I'm fucking women younger than my daughters? To me, that's a blessing. Nothing against women my age, I'm just sayin'. Maybe I'm selfish but the fact is that I want to go like Rockefeller. In the saddle. But meanwhile, I have all day until I meet Elaine for dinner at Favorita, which is just ten minutes away. I should get to work. I spent the next three hours updating some clients, taking their calls, making new deals and just letting my ear get warm next to the phone. I swear, sometimes I feel like an overpaid shrink listening to all their nonsense. But that's part of the job and I learned that many years ago. Now I just listen while the clock ticks and bill them for consultation time. And they pay me. Why, you ask? You see, the thing is, I always ...
    deliver. I'm worth every penny I earn. I was just finishing up some odds and ends when the doorbell rang. I saved my work and got up to answer. The bell rang again as I opened the door. It was two Jehovah's Witnesses and they started right in on their pitch. "Excuse me, let me go get my husband. He'll want to hear this, too. I'll be right back." I closed the door and watched out the front window as they ran down the driveway toward the road. I smiled and went back to finish up. A little later, when I was cleaning and straightening my home, the phone rang. "Can I see you today?" was all she said. It was my married nurse. I got a stiffy when I heard her voice. "I have to meet someone at a restaurant at seven. What time were you thinking?" "Like right now, like maybe a quickie. I have a two-hour window. Also I want to ask you something." "Come over now." I could handle a quickie if I coated my dick with aloe cream. I was on the deck watching a small herd of deer wending through the woods when she pulled up. "I'm back here", I shouted. As she walked from her car to the deck steps, she was stripping off her nurse's uniform. "I got here as quickly as I good. I need you now." In just her bra and panties, she attacked me. I let her. I felt that I was there for her amusement. No, make that her relief. I was a fire hydrant, idly minding my business when the dog lifted her leg and rained golden showers. She was ripping at my tee-shirt so I picked her up and carried her into my bedroom. I ...
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