My first night shift
I was 20 when this took place, it is true and so i will relay it as best as i can remember. I started working as an in between job as I planned to travel to France in the summer and so wanted an easy job that would help me save. It paid well at the time, and there were not that many other options. My role was to be a sleep in night staff at a home for the elderly.
Considering I just had to make sure everyone was in bed and then respond to any night calls and when one died raise the owner or his wife who lived across the road. Really it should have been money for old rope and that was how it was sold to me. It was a friend of my mum who found it for me and put in a good word with the owners.
So for £200 a week and only working 5 nights a week, I figured I was set for the next 4 months before heading off to Paris.
The home catered for 14 residents, 2 men and 12 women. All over 75 and most had some form of demntia. On my first night I was introduced to the residents one by one, shown around the home, told what to do and left to settle in my room as the day staff pput everyone to bed.
I made my rounds at 10pm and checked in on everyone and settled in to bed with my book within half an hour. I was feeling pretty pleased with myself, what a sweet gig.
Then the buzzer went. A pink light on the switch board- female resident room 4
SO I went down and she wanted a glass of water. Simple enough, goodnight and back to my room.
As I was getting in my bed again the buzzer went again.. This time blue 2 Mr Albert Johns. A name I will never forget!
I put my robe back on, bare in mind i was already dressed for bed. PJ shirt and shorts, and my robe was all I had on. I opened his door and sure enough there was Mr Johns. Only instead of the Pyjamas he had worn in the common room while watching Tv with other residents when I was introduced he was now stood by the window looking out onto the street dressed only in red stockings and suspenders and a matching bra that actually fitted him perfectly, I would say it was made for him. He was a large man over 6 foot and heavy built but clearly showing signs of his age and sagging in all the wrong places.
I was only 20 and it was my first and as it would turn out my only night shift, I had no idea what to do. So I just said "Mr Johns, get back in bed it is bedtime"
instead he just turned and honestly the sight took my breath away, I was by no means a virgin, but his cock was huge. He had no pubes at all, just a big fat thick bald cock, hanging a pair of heavy balls. I knew cocks and I knew this was impressive even on an old bugger like him. And there was something rather exciting about seeing such a masculine old man wearing fitted ladies underwear!
He was not erect and that somehow gave me confidence to stay and help him. He looked at me and said "Oh Joan. Thank god you are here, I waited so long. I got dressed how you like me, but my mind is blcoked. I dont know recognise this place. Is this our bedroom? Where are your things...I dont understand."
It was so pityful. I walked over to him and took his hand trying not look down at his cock, and said "Mr Johns, I am not Joan, I am Wendy the night staff. You live here in ahome for elderly people, remember?" He looked completely lost. "You just need to get back in bed"
i took his hand and led him back towards the bed. I pulled back the duvet and he sat quietly on the bed. Instead of laying down he sat up against the head board and spread his legs wide and said "Let me see your tits Joan, it has been so long"
Again I looked at that fat old cock framed by his beautiful suspenders, amazed how he had found such a darling set of underwear in his size
He looked down at his cock, and took it in his hand, and said "Even the b**st isnt himself" he flopped it around showing it was lifeless. even soft it was about 7 inches and so thick. i giggled and said without thinking "you call it the b**st?"
He looked like he was about to cry when i said that and i felt ashamed of myself.
"Dont you remember that Joan? I dont understand you named him that on our wedding night" He shook his head.
"Please let me see the girls, I really think it would help".
"The Girls ?" i genuinely didnt get that he meant my tits, but he reached out and cupped one. "yes the girls" and 75 or not The b**st clearly twitched as he did so.
i pulled his hand away. "You cant see my breasts, I am not your wife, I am the night duty worker here at the home" i was so confused now I was beginning to think i would call the owner and go and drive home, this was crazy. And then he began to cry
I was completely undone, I sat beside him on the bed and said "Dont cry Albert, its ok its me Joan" he smiled and looked up,
"I knew it was you" with out a pause he said "Show me the girls Joan and I will be able to sleep".
I just gave up and figured it was the only way, so I opened my robe and unbuttoned my top "No touching though, Albert, just a quick look" and showed him my little boobs.
"Oh yes I remember the little fat girls" A real charmer was Albert...
So as I sat with my boobs exposed in the hope they would help a geriatric horse cocked trannie get to sleep, he took the b**st in his hand and began slapping it against his leg. it made a very impressive thud as he continued to stare at my tits. Over and over he thumped his cock against his thigh. I looked down and watched in amazment as with every thud it stiffend and grew.
Then he raised the free hand and pulled hard on my left nipple.At this i felt a gush of excitment and warmth flood into my labia and clit as I realised he really was becoming fully erect. it was huge, then he shoved forward bent forward and took the cut tip of the b**st in his mouth and began to lick his japs eye as i watched in amazment. I had never met anyone who could actually do that before.
He began to moan and I figured it was soon going to be over. Instead he stopped what he was doing and moved onto his knees pointed his huge cock straight at my face, "Stroke it for me Joan" I could resist it, this was a stunt cock, a cock you brought in to amaze the crowd, a cock that people paid to see. So I took it in both hands and happily took on the role of his dead wife Joan.
I must have stroked it twice before I opened my mouth as wide as i could to see if I could get it in. Of course I could be it was a squeeze and I loved how it filled my mouth.
As I paid worship to the b**st he was squeezing and needing my tits, saying how much he had missed me and the girls. I was then standing and he was pulling me out of my shorts and pushed me on the bed pulling my legs apart and said "Play with your cunt for me Joan" and I did. I opened my self for him and played for him as he stroked over me, soon he was edging closer "You always were a dirty little slut Joan" and pushed the b**st into me. I didnt see stars, I can take a cock and I was very wet for him, but it was shocking just how big it felt inside me. He lay heavily on top me and fucked me hard. I came almost instantaniously. It was all such a turn on. If you had told me before what would happen? I would probably have been sick in my mouth as the saying goes. In real life it was such a turn on. He told me (or Joan) he wanted to cum in my mouth, and slowly he knelt over me and forced it into my mouth. He came quickly and I am proud to say i swallowed every drop. He lay back and slowly got his breath back, I got up and dressed. I tucked him into bed, kissed him on the cheek, "Good night Albert darling, sleep well"
He opened his eyes "Goodnight Wendy, I will maybe we can play the forgetful perv and his naughty wife again tomorrow?"
Considering I just had to make sure everyone was in bed and then respond to any night calls and when one died raise the owner or his wife who lived across the road. Really it should have been money for old rope and that was how it was sold to me. It was a friend of my mum who found it for me and put in a good word with the owners.
So for £200 a week and only working 5 nights a week, I figured I was set for the next 4 months before heading off to Paris.
The home catered for 14 residents, 2 men and 12 women. All over 75 and most had some form of demntia. On my first night I was introduced to the residents one by one, shown around the home, told what to do and left to settle in my room as the day staff pput everyone to bed.
I made my rounds at 10pm and checked in on everyone and settled in to bed with my book within half an hour. I was feeling pretty pleased with myself, what a sweet gig.
Then the buzzer went. A pink light on the switch board- female resident room 4
SO I went down and she wanted a glass of water. Simple enough, goodnight and back to my room.
As I was getting in my bed again the buzzer went again.. This time blue 2 Mr Albert Johns. A name I will never forget!
I put my robe back on, bare in mind i was already dressed for bed. PJ shirt and shorts, and my robe was all I had on. I opened his door and sure enough there was Mr Johns. Only instead of the Pyjamas he had worn in the common room while watching Tv with other residents when I was introduced he was now stood by the window looking out onto the street dressed only in red stockings and suspenders and a matching bra that actually fitted him perfectly, I would say it was made for him. He was a large man over 6 foot and heavy built but clearly showing signs of his age and sagging in all the wrong places.
I was only 20 and it was my first and as it would turn out my only night shift, I had no idea what to do. So I just said "Mr Johns, get back in bed it is bedtime"
instead he just turned and honestly the sight took my breath away, I was by no means a virgin, but his cock was huge. He had no pubes at all, just a big fat thick bald cock, hanging a pair of heavy balls. I knew cocks and I knew this was impressive even on an old bugger like him. And there was something rather exciting about seeing such a masculine old man wearing fitted ladies underwear!
He was not erect and that somehow gave me confidence to stay and help him. He looked at me and said "Oh Joan. Thank god you are here, I waited so long. I got dressed how you like me, but my mind is blcoked. I dont know recognise this place. Is this our bedroom? Where are your things...I dont understand."
It was so pityful. I walked over to him and took his hand trying not look down at his cock, and said "Mr Johns, I am not Joan, I am Wendy the night staff. You live here in ahome for elderly people, remember?" He looked completely lost. "You just need to get back in bed"
i took his hand and led him back towards the bed. I pulled back the duvet and he sat quietly on the bed. Instead of laying down he sat up against the head board and spread his legs wide and said "Let me see your tits Joan, it has been so long"
Again I looked at that fat old cock framed by his beautiful suspenders, amazed how he had found such a darling set of underwear in his size
He looked down at his cock, and took it in his hand, and said "Even the b**st isnt himself" he flopped it around showing it was lifeless. even soft it was about 7 inches and so thick. i giggled and said without thinking "you call it the b**st?"
He looked like he was about to cry when i said that and i felt ashamed of myself.
"Dont you remember that Joan? I dont understand you named him that on our wedding night" He shook his head.
"Please let me see the girls, I really think it would help".
"The Girls ?" i genuinely didnt get that he meant my tits, but he reached out and cupped one. "yes the girls" and 75 or not The b**st clearly twitched as he did so.
i pulled his hand away. "You cant see my breasts, I am not your wife, I am the night duty worker here at the home" i was so confused now I was beginning to think i would call the owner and go and drive home, this was crazy. And then he began to cry
I was completely undone, I sat beside him on the bed and said "Dont cry Albert, its ok its me Joan" he smiled and looked up,
"I knew it was you" with out a pause he said "Show me the girls Joan and I will be able to sleep".
I just gave up and figured it was the only way, so I opened my robe and unbuttoned my top "No touching though, Albert, just a quick look" and showed him my little boobs.
"Oh yes I remember the little fat girls" A real charmer was Albert...
So as I sat with my boobs exposed in the hope they would help a geriatric horse cocked trannie get to sleep, he took the b**st in his hand and began slapping it against his leg. it made a very impressive thud as he continued to stare at my tits. Over and over he thumped his cock against his thigh. I looked down and watched in amazment as with every thud it stiffend and grew.
Then he raised the free hand and pulled hard on my left nipple.At this i felt a gush of excitment and warmth flood into my labia and clit as I realised he really was becoming fully erect. it was huge, then he shoved forward bent forward and took the cut tip of the b**st in his mouth and began to lick his japs eye as i watched in amazment. I had never met anyone who could actually do that before.
He began to moan and I figured it was soon going to be over. Instead he stopped what he was doing and moved onto his knees pointed his huge cock straight at my face, "Stroke it for me Joan" I could resist it, this was a stunt cock, a cock you brought in to amaze the crowd, a cock that people paid to see. So I took it in both hands and happily took on the role of his dead wife Joan.
I must have stroked it twice before I opened my mouth as wide as i could to see if I could get it in. Of course I could be it was a squeeze and I loved how it filled my mouth.
As I paid worship to the b**st he was squeezing and needing my tits, saying how much he had missed me and the girls. I was then standing and he was pulling me out of my shorts and pushed me on the bed pulling my legs apart and said "Play with your cunt for me Joan" and I did. I opened my self for him and played for him as he stroked over me, soon he was edging closer "You always were a dirty little slut Joan" and pushed the b**st into me. I didnt see stars, I can take a cock and I was very wet for him, but it was shocking just how big it felt inside me. He lay heavily on top me and fucked me hard. I came almost instantaniously. It was all such a turn on. If you had told me before what would happen? I would probably have been sick in my mouth as the saying goes. In real life it was such a turn on. He told me (or Joan) he wanted to cum in my mouth, and slowly he knelt over me and forced it into my mouth. He came quickly and I am proud to say i swallowed every drop. He lay back and slowly got his breath back, I got up and dressed. I tucked him into bed, kissed him on the cheek, "Good night Albert darling, sleep well"
He opened his eyes "Goodnight Wendy, I will maybe we can play the forgetful perv and his naughty wife again tomorrow?"
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