He holds both wrists tightly in one hand and kisses me hard, his other hand pulling rhythmically on the metal chain between my heaving tits. My hips g...ind into his, my pussy already aching for his thick cock. “Patience, my little slut,” he says, breaking our kiss. He grabs the silk ties on the bedposts and works them around each of my wrists in turn. He pulls them tight. Satisfied that I can’t move, he gets up and moves quickly to the end of the bed. My hips writhe impatiently as he ties my. Moved upwards by kissing her back, neck ears again.By this time, my rookie dick was too much into her ass crack. I then made some space between the wall and her boobs and started playing with her nipples. Her hands were trying to guide my dick further in but there was too much fat around the area.So I moved her to bed and she lay there with her legs still touching the floor. I opened the legs wide and once again dived my head into her pussy. It was a loose cunt and was filled by my competitors. ”I promptly forgot to do that. Then life changed, I was downsized out of a job. I spent the next eight months looking for one.During that time to keep my sanity, I did write that story. I posted it on a site called Stories on Line. It was well-received to my surprise. Apparently, there were many old guys with too much time on their hands.I kept writing and they kept reading, some sending kind comments, others not so kind, but on the whole, it was good.I did go back to work but kept writing.. Still… I tried to put those thoughts out of my mind as I walked into Max’s cubbyhole we laughingly called the den. It was so small the only furniture that fit in it was a love seat and his computer desk and chair and even then you had to kind of slide into the room. I figured if he was anywhere in the house though this was the place. Seemed it was the only space in the house that he spent anytime in, sometimes even sleeping on that little sofa because he knew I’d give him hell for working at.