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."