Big Black Dark

HELPING THE ELDERLY CH. 06

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"Hot damn, will you look at that." Anthony was peering out his apartment window as Tracy approached. Her braless breasts were bouncing and jiggling in her cream-colored tank top. Anthony marveled at her perfect-for-fucking figure. Her short skirt showcased her beautiful, white legs. Her long, blonde hair was collected neatly in a bun atop her head.

She arrived at Anthony's door and moved to press his bell, but found the door swinging open before she had the chance, surprising her slightly.

"Good morning, young lady!" He stood with a wide grin, a gold tooth shined brightly at the side of his mouth.

"Oh!" she cried out, shocked at his eagerness, then recovered with, "Good morning, Anthony!" Tracy smiled brightly back and gave him an affable wave.

Anthony took a moment to appraise Tracy, still reveling at his luck. Her body seemed to be vibrating under her tight clothes. Her low-cut top revealed her meaty cleavage, white and smooth. She had the kind of tits that would cause men to start talking to themselves whenever they saw her figure. Her radiant smile was sincere. Anthony could see that Tracy had a rare quality, naïve, yet assertive, like she had a purpose that drove her. She was irresistible.

"Are you ready?" Tracy was about to step inside Anthony's condo, but was moved back by the old man quickly exiting and closing the door before she could step inside his home.

"I'm ready!" Anthony was more than just ready. He had been imagining Tracy's hands, mouth, and breasts moving all over his body from yesterday's "treatment". Anthony wanted more, much more of what he got yesterday.

Tracy's erect nipples grew even stiffer as she took the elderly man's elbow and carefully escorted him down the few steps of the walkway to her car. Her painfully hard nubs were unmistakable in her tight top, broadcasting her bra-less state. The pair reached the car and Tracy eased Anthony into the passenger seat while he complained about the food service in his community.

"...wouldn't have passed as meatloaf. More like mystery meat if you ask me," he rambled, his eyes locked on Tracy's deep cleavage as she buckled him in.

"My, my, someone is suddenly the food critic!" she returned playfully.

"Well, I wouldn't mind tasting those melons!" Anthony said crassly, smiling at himself and ogling her shamelessly.

"Oh, Anthony, that's enough," Tracy laughed. She brushed the legs of his brown slacks, much like a wife would do to her husband before sending him off to work. She stood, closed his door, and rounded the car to enter the driver seat.

On their drive to Tracy's house, Anthony angled his body toward Tracy to get a better view of her enormous breasts. She had the seatbelt buckled over her chest and the strap bisected her two heavy tits. It managed to accentuate their size, the dark polyester strap against her bulging cream-colored top. Since it pinned the fabric of her shirt down against her chest, her breasts seemed to jut out even further. Anthony imagined the wide restraint was his old, black dick, separating the two hefty mounds. He was rock hard and ready for her hands.

It had been days since Tracy had allowed herself to have an orgasm. Her new, more professional focus on Harry's and now Anthony's physical therapy had caused her to double her efforts at providing more clinical relief to these poor, old men. Despite this, she was beginning to long to have one of their big penises inside her. She was especially curious about Anthony and what he would feel like.

"Here we are!" Tracy parked the car in the driveway and helped Anthony out. "Harry is in his room. He'll be needing treatment as well."

Anthony sighed, he was hoping to have Tracy to himself, "I figured as much."