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 Coming out of retirement (Mf, oral, rough, DS, humil) by Open Mike.

   Carl's hands were beginning to cramp up from kneadding Sue Yin's butt.
This was one part of his job he hated, massaging the ladies of the Golden
Sunset home.  Sue Yin in particular wanted her ass worked on forever,
admittedly she had a pretty good one for a seventy year old.  She tipped
good but she kept trying to goose him.

   "You know people used to pay to touch my butt."

   "This was when you were chief concubine to Mao Zse Tung, right?", Carl
replied sarcastically.

   "BITE YOUR TONGUE ASSHOLE!  I mean I was a KMT whore not with that
perverted half-impotent communist degenerate.", it wasn't clear which
insult she thought was worst, "I was the best too, I still would be if
people would give me a chance."

   "So why don't you put up a red light outside your room?"

   "Because nobody in this mausoleum waiting room has even the slightest
spark of libido.  Christ what I wouldn't do to just to blow someone."

   "You actually like blowing people?  I thought whores just did that for
the extra cash."

   "Sure I like it.  Everybody's just so grateful, they love you, you know
you did your job right and you can do anything you want.  You know if you'd
let me blow you wouldn't bitch about me trying to touch you."

   "I bet I would."

   "Ok, then it's a bet."

   "WHAAAAT!"

   "I bet you that if I blow you you won't keep asking me to stop touching
you.  I win and you get to grab your ass whenever I want, you win and you I
double your tips.  Naturally you'll have to pay me $20 but you get it back
if you win."

   "Ok, if I let you do it once will you agree to stop grabbing my ass?"

   "DEAL!  But you afterwards you won't be asking to me to stop touching
you, believe me."

   Carl pulled out $20 from the tips she had given him.  For someone so old
she slid to her knees and got this dick out real quick.  Her tongue circled
the head slowly, occasionally delivering a rapid series of flicks across
the hole.  Carl was surprised to find himself rapidly getting stiffer,
there was no denying she knew what she was doing.  Soon she no longer
needed to support him with her hand.  Then she started deepthroating him,
adjusting with every stroke to the increasing angle which soon approached
vertical, fully erect he measured about 6 1/2 inchs nice but hardly beyond
her capabilities.  That was her signal to start taking long slow stokes up
the underside which was always popular.  Sue Yin looked up to see a look of
helpless exstacy, she knew the old sense of confidence, of power, of worth.
She was a great whore.

   "I really need the money Mr.  Carl, please I'll do anything for another
$10 , I'll even swallow the, you know, stuff." Sue Yin had long learned to
sense what turned men on and Carl was the type who liked desperate innocent
girls.  Of course Sue Yin was miles away from being desperate, innocent or
a girl but that hardly mattered to a true actress.

   "It's called come, whore.", he replied grabbing her hair and shoving his
dick deep down her throat.  He pounded into her throat as hard as he could
after only a few stokes he started to explode, he felt himself disolve and
flow into her.  He would have collapsed with pleasure-weakness if Sue Yin
had not partailly supported him with her hands on his tight butt.

   Of course she wasn't about to let him go with a single blowjob.  Sue Yin
had fucked for fun and profit for over 50 years.  She knew that the more
fun she had the more profit she'd get.  And she had detected a hint of
sadism in the tightness of the grip on her hair and the ferocity of the
pounding her mouth had recieved.  She had acquired a submissive streak in
the late 50's after an affair with a black sargeant who liked spanking.

   She slithered up and whispered in his ear that she'd blow him like that
every day for a week.  All he had to do was fuck her hard and not stop
until she cried "Shanghai".

   Sue Yin's gentle massaging of his cock and idea of constant fabulous
blowjobs soon got him ready again.  He pushed her down head bending her
over the massage table and started spanking her ass, hard.  She ground her
pussy into the edge of the table her juices dripping down her leg.  Carl
noticed and shoved his finger into her cunt.

   "Good to see you can get nice and wet, slut.  You'll need that.  I see
the hormone replacement therapy is working well.  Of course you know how
you make a hormone don't you."

   He pushed four fingers straight into her as far as he could and wiggled
them.  As the old joke went she moaned long and loud.  She was tight but
flexible, she had kept up pelvic floor excercises all her life and would
remain fuckable until her dying day.  It surprised him how deep her pussy
was and wondered if she could take his whole hand.  Surely that was
impossible for such a small woman.  Still he pulled out put his fingers and
thumb together like a bird's beak and slowly pushed it in, not really
wanting to hurt such an old.  Her voice muffled by the table muttered "Call
that rough sex, wimp?"

   "What did you say, harlot?", Carl raged.  The time for mercy was over he
pounded his hand in over and over, pushing her face deep into the masssage
table.  Sue Yin felt like the young, slutty, beautiful, availible body she
was all those years ago, no limits to what she could do for her own
pleasure or anyone else's.  Why had she given this up?  For family honour?
For the dignity appropriate to old age?  Fuck that!  From now on, she was
back in the saddle.

   "You wanna get fucked now tramp."

   "Too big.", she replied.  The sadists always liked that, flattering
their ego and the satisfying their perversion at the same time.  It was
nowhere near true but who cared.

   Not hearing the stopword Carl went right ahead.  Thrusting deep and fast
into her twisting her flabby tits and pulling her nipples as hard as he
dared (for fear of leaving bruises).  He felt his juices about to explode
from him and started to remember Latin grammar untill the urge went away.
Five minutes later of wet, sloppy sex that gushing, twisting, pounding cunt
started to shudder and he decided just let it happen.  He drained his body
and soul into that tight little twat.

   As Carl recovered he realised what he had done and to who.  He left
without a word.

   A week later he was called into the office of Patrica Wright, head of
Golden Sunset homes.  Sue Yin had a webcam set up so her daughter could
check on her and it had caught the whole thing.  The family was suing
Golden Sunset homes for $5 million and threatening to go public.  They
wanted to talk to him privately.  Patrica told him that if one word of this
leaked out he was fired, even if he wasn't already.

   He drove to her daughter's house.  When he got there Sue Yin, her
daughter Sarah and Son-in-law Hang Sun were there.  They tried hard to keep
a straight face as they chastised him but soon they broke out into gales of
laughter.

   "Oh god, it's been so long since mama laughed."

   "You've really helped my mother-in-law young man.  As well as the sex
we're getting a cool $5 mill.  Which is not bad for one time even at
today's prices."

   "I can afford live-in so I can stay with my daughter now.  How would you
like to be my permanent massure?  Have a look at the fringe benefits,
before you decide."

   Sue Yin pressed a bell and in came a beautiful Hispanic woman in a
scanty maid's uniform and no bra came in.  He could faintly see her nipples
through the white blouse.  As she sunk down between Sue Yin's legs, she
hiked up her skirt and Sarah caressed her bottom.

   "Things will be much better now.", said Hang Sun, "Since mama came out
of retirement."