Back when my husband and I first got married we lived in an apartment and absolutely hated it. Well, one day we found out that one of the old men from our church was selling his house to relocate closer to his son. We simply adored the house and tried like the dickens to save up the down payment before he listed it because we knew it would sale fast.
The old man (seller) offered to help us with the down payment if I would help him prepare for his move (basically sort and pack his belongings.) We were like $2,000 short so that was a really good deal (especially back in the early 2000's.)
I went over there for several hours every evening after work. I actually enjoyed it, he would tell me stories about his family, and best of all, the house. I was destine to finish up on a Saturday afternoon. As I was packing up the last room, he started acting a bit strange (on edge if you will.) I asked him if everything was OK, and he shook his head yes, but said he needed to ask me an embarrassing question. I nodded my head in curiosity, giving him the go ahead to ask. He asked if I would be willing to finish out the day in the nude, if he double our original agreement (an extra $2,000.)
I was absolutely floored. This man was a prominent member of our church, and heck, so was I. In fact, my husband was the only man to have ever see me nude at that point. I stood there speechless, but also kind of intrigued. We were going to have money for the house, but I thought that it would also be nice to get a jump start on some remodeling... so I reluctantly agreed.
As soon as I removed my clothes he pulled down his pants and started masturbating. His hard uncut penis was pretty short, 4 inches max... but also VERY thick and veiny.
It took me about an hour to finish up. He slowly masturbated the whole time. When I finished, so did he with a loud sigh... as ejaculant dribble out his penis, and covered his wrinkly liver spotted hand. I'm not going to lie, I was already super turned by him watching me, but seeing him ejaculate pushed me over the edge, giving me the first orgasm that I had ever had. I tried hard not to let it show, but the jerk of my body and quiet grunt that escaped my mouth probably made it obvious.
I quickly grabbed my clothes and started getting dressed, 1 because I was a bit weirded out, and 2 because I wasn't completely sure I could trust myself if I didn't. This man was probably 70 years old, overweight, and not at all attractive, but the situation was very... uh, intense.
As I got dressed, he pulled up his pants and wiped his hand off on his pants leg, leaving it streaked it with semen. We quickly agreed that I would return on Monday for my payment as the banks had already closed. He purposely reached out his sticky hand with a smile for us to shake on it. the stickiness of his hand almost set me over the edge again.
The next day (Sunday), he wasn't in church, which was unlike him, but I figured with the upcoming move he was probably just busy.
Come Monday, I was excited to collect my money, and truthfully, to see if anything else transpired again. When I pulled into his driveway, I must confess, I was extremely aroused. When I got to the door, nobody answered, and I noticed the house was emptied. Come to find out, the house was actually being foreclosed on and he had skipped down without ever paying me (probably because he never actually had the money.)
I was so mad, but we ended up finding our dream home the following year... and the whole event unlocked my sexuality. Every time I think about how he used me it makes me wet.
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