Care Home Cuties' Night-Time Duties: from Wiping and Cleaning, to Sucking and Creaming... and More

By D.F. Darke

The sexy girls who work at the Golden Horizons Care Home for Old Boys take their duties seriously, and night-time, especially, can involve a lot of jobs—hand-jobs, blow-jobs... that sort of thing.
But nothing is ever too much for the hotties at this exclusive center for randy old wrinklies.
Lucie, Hayley-Jane, Yan, and Ava are always on hand to service the elderly residents, including newcomers Eric and Norm, and amateur film-maker Ronnie.
Lots of filthy fun as lucky old geezers enjoy sexual encounters with sexy young teasers. Nothing is out of bounds. From wiping and cleaning, to sucking and creaming... the hot fillies caring for these old fogeys are up for anything.
All the characters are aged 18+. Some are aged 80+. Another shockingly perverted romp from the dirty old man of erotic fiction, D.F. Darke.

Extract
There he was, slumped on the sofa. Her tummy knotted. She stood over the old man. She hooked her hair from her face and licked her lips. He looked gross—a wrinkly pile of skin, smelling of sweat and age. He wore an undershirt and Y-fronts. You couldn’t really see the pants. They were hidden by a slab of fat. But the sight caused her to swoon.
Lucie switched on a table lamp. The light was low, moody. Norm grumbled. His mouth opened and closed. He gurgled, and spit bubbled at his lips. His hair was messy. Wisps of it standing on end. He came awake, yawned. She saw a mouth full of gums—he had taken his false teeth out. Lucie’s breasts tingled. She felt the urge to cup them, fondle them. She pressed her thighs together. Her knickers were damp.
“Hello,” she whispered, “it’s me, Lucie.”
The confused old man flapped around for his glasses. He found them and perched them, crooked, on his nose. “Lucie?” he mumbled. “Lucie, it’s—”
And then he saw her and how close she was to him, and how she was smiling at him, and pouting, playing with her hair, and wearing that uniform.
The geriatric sat up. His big belly wobbled. His oddly skinny legs were white sticks.
Norm sucked on his gums appreciatively, raked his eyes up and down Lucie. “Damn it.”
“I’m ready for a busy night’s work.”
“And what work would that be?”
“Making out with dirty old fellows like you.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rebecca Ryatt
• Release date: Dec 14, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005856236

D.F. Darke

D.F. Darke is an Englishman from Hampshire. During his working life he was a handyman. He’d like to think he’s still a bit of a handy man, now. The ladies might not agree, though. He is in his 80s and has been writing dirty stories all his life — but it’s only in the past few years that he’s had the confidence to dig them out, type them up, and publish them. He supports Southampton Football Club in England and would really like to be a porn star. He’s got a Twitter account, @df_darke.

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CARE HOME CUTIES’ NIGHT-TIME DUTIES

From wiping and cleaning, to sucking and creaming… and more

D.F. DARKE

Copyright 2021 D.F. Darke

Published by D.F. Darke at Smashwords

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Content

"They say it’s haunted"

"She’s a bombshell, ain’t she, Ronnie"

"…run through the welcome pack with him…"

"Wiping asses and cleaning up pee…"

"…it’s really just us girls and you old boys getting friendly…"

"Oh yeah! Young and old sex is best!"

"I hope you’re going to really bang my box, Mr. Potter"

"My pussy loves old cock"

"I’ve heard rumors about moaning and all sorts of noises at night, here"

They say it’s haunted

WHAT was that noise? Caroline Reeves said.

What noise? said her husband Phil as he turned on the engine.

Night had fallen. They had just dropped Phil’s dad off at the Golden Horizons Care Home for Old Boys. He was having an induction meeting. He would stay overnight and be picked up the following day. Phil hoped his dad would like the facility. He was bored of him living with them. The house was too small. His dad had researched the place himself, apparently. On the old boy network, as he called it. There was no information available about the care home online.

It’s very traditional; old-fashioned, his dad had said.

Caroline was staring at the mansion’s façade. It was quite a building, set in private grounds.

Listen, she said.

Phil did. He heard moaning and wailing in the distance, coming from the property.

They say it’s haunted, his wife said. Ghosts of the family who used to live there, apparently. Stalking the corridors. I hope your dad will be all right.

Phil put the car in gear and headed for the driveway. He’ll be fine.

She’s a bombshell, ain’t she, Ronnie

You’re a cracking looking girl, said the fat old man who was leering at Lucie Hart as she tidied up magazines in the TV room. She felt his eyes crawl all over her petite curves that were squeezed into the uniform she wore at Golden Horizons. The pensioner waggled his tongue lewdly at her.

Lucie was familiar with the old geezers’ lewd behavior. She always had a laugh with them.

This old fogey must be new; she’d not seen him before. She pouted and put her hands on her hips.

"Flattery will get you everywhere, sir," she teased.

The old man plonked himself on the couch next to Ronnie Wilson, and chortled, still eyeing Lucie.

She’s feisty, he said.

Ronnie, a lovely old fellow aged 82, intervened. "She’s an angel, Norm, and don’t you forget