A Slut for Senior Citizens: Hot Girl Hunts Grandads for Wrinkly Romps

By D.F. Darke

Another age-gap filth fest from the dirty old man of erotica, D.F. Darke, as he introduces us to Bob, 82, who is visited by a young lady named Paige. She claims to be a friend of his grand-daughter's. She's really not. What she is will delight old Bob and the many readers who have enjoyed D.F. Darke's very naughty stories about old men getting dirty sex with much younger women.

“I really love old men,” she said flirtatiously, biting her lip.
He flustered and said, “Oh well, there’s old and there’s old, of course,” immediately regretting his words, wishing he’d engaged his brain before speaking.
This girl—who was probably in her early-to-mid-20s—probably meant men in their 40s or perhaps early 50s; not some codger in his 80s.
“So,” she said, “shall I write Ellie a note?”
He got her a pad and pen, shoving the fact that this girl could have surely messaged Ellie on her phone, as young people did these days, to the back of his mind.
The pad and pen lay on the table, and she could have sat down. But instead, dropping her bag, she dramatically bent at the waist, sticking her peach-shaped bottom in the air, wiggling it, bending one leg slightly at the knee.
Bob felt his heart quicken and sweat run down the back of his neck.
Something pulsed in his groin.
My God, he thought. I’m getting an erection.
Paige scribbled and wiggled.
Bob stared and stiffened.
Then she looked at him, hair falling deliciously across her face. She twirled her tongue around the top of the pen suggestively. She fixed him and asked, “You’re not looking at my ass, are you?”
“Goodness,” he blustered, a bit panic-stricken: you didn’t know these days if girls might report you to the police for the most innocent of things.
She turned to face him, leaning back on the table, pushing her breasts out.
“You’re not making a move on me, are you?” she purred.
Bob said, “I’m old enough to be your grandfather, dear.”
“I know you are, darlin’, and that’s what turns me on.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rebecca Ryatt
• Release date: Aug 27, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005469542

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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A Slut for Senior Citizens

HOT GIRL HUNTS GRANDADS FOR WRINKLY ROMPS

By DF Darke

Published by DF Darke

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2022 DF Darke

Cover images from Shutterstock, posed by models.

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Warning

This story is only suitable for adult readers. It contains graphic descriptions of sex

between an old man and a younger woman. The characters depicted are aged 18+.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

DF Darke is a filthy old sod from the South of England. Now in his 80s, he is a self-confessed lover of hot young women, although he’s never been fortunate enough to enjoy their company; in real life they’re not so eager to roll around with wrinklies as they are in fiction. He dreams of being a porn star, and a lot of his tales feature his fantasies; well, all of them really. He has ventured into the world of social media, and you can engage with him on Twitter @df_darke.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

TABLE OF CONTENT

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

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PART ONE

Hello, darlin’, said the tall, curvy stunning young brunette standing on the doorstep, handbag looped on her forearm like girls held them these days, is Ellie in?

Bob Kemp’s mouth fell open and he couldn’t stop himself from looking the gorgeous hottie up and down. He knew he shouldn’t have, but he’d have to say in court, if it ever came to that, I’m sorry, M’lud, I couldn’t help myself.

It might not come to that. Some girls were OK about being ogled by old men like him. He wasn’t a threat, was he? He was 82, after all.

Ellie’s not in, I’m afraid, he said. My granddaughter and her parents have gone shopping together to buy a dress for her graduation. I’m just visiting to look after the cat."

Pussy man are you, darlin’? asked the lascivious young lady, fluttering her eyelashes at him. I’m Paige, by the way, Paige Morton.

She extended a hand. He noted the long, manicured nails, painted red. He took the hand; it was soft and warm and the way it felt in his wrinkly old hand sent shudders through him.

She was a beautiful girl—not as naturally pretty as Ellie, but a magnificent dark-haired girl with a tan and sparkling brown eyes, and a cracking figure. Under her leather jacket, she wore a tight white blouse that accentuated her breasts, and a remarkably short skirt that showed off her tanned, athletic legs; high heels gave her a good six-inch height advantage on Bob.

And you are a friend of Ellie’s, are you? he asked.

Good friends, she said, pursing her lips, flashing her eyes.

He couldn’t help himself: he looked her up and down again and she seemed not to mind; in fact, she was posing almost, sticking